I love to read. Isn't it almost magical how we can convey our thoughts, ideas, feelings through words?

I just re-discovered one of my favourite books when I was a teenager - thought it's written by Mark Twain it's not very well know: The Mysterious Stranger. A must-read!

"Life itself is only a vision, a dream."

It was electrical. By God! I had had that very thought a thousand times in my musings!

"Nothing exists; all is a dream. God--man--the world--the sun, the moon, the wilderness of stars--a dream, all a dream; they have no existence. Nothing exists save empty space--and you!"

"I!"

"And you are not you--you have no body, no blood, no bones, you are but a thought. It is all a dream--a grotesque and foolish dream. Nothing exists but you. And you are but a thought--a vagrant thought, a useless thought, a homeless thought, wandering forlorn among the empty eternities!"

I didn't think I would write fan fiction myself. But I OD'ed on House and now ideas keep teasing me. Let's see where it leads us.

English is not my mother tongue, so bear with me.

Thank you all for reading my story - and please leave a review, good or bad!

Amira