I crave nothing more than to escape once I fear what reality has bestowed upon me.

Strangers call it a cowardly reaction.

Friends believe I need to deal with it in a calm matter.

My therapist perscribes a daily dose from an orange bottle.

But when I do as I please, I curtain the problem for a certain period of time and drift into my mind for a serenity of peace and understanding. 

I wish everyone could see this is my remedy for dealing with a situtation. That I bundle into my memories for comfort.

I'll go into rooms labeled by experiance. I take a stairwell leading to a room where a door opens and I overlook my friend helping me up from the asphalt and as I cradle my small hand, she surprises me with a snow cone. 

In the next room, I win an award in 3rd grade for an excellent pastel painting of my home. My mother snaps a photo that causes the flash to emphasize my wide smile.

I cross a simple hallway and notice a room glowing in white. The answer awaits for me and soon I return to reality.

At this moment, I return to reality and lift the curtain to face what is mine.