Would someone please tell me why everything feels more real when I am asleep then when I am awake?

The boy was typing on the computer and hoping someone would answer his question. He sighed then continued.

How do I know if my senses are lying to me?

The boy looked away from the computer and sighed looking round his room. It was 12:00 at night and he was all alone. In fact that was how his life was usually like; alone and silent. Then the silence was broken by the sound of typing. Someone was replying.

There is some fiction to your truth, and some truth to your fiction.

The boy stared at the reply, and then he typed furiously hoping for an answer.

Who are you?

Am I alone?

There was no answer. The boy sighted and realized that it was late. He closed his eyes and fell into sleep.

He saw the bird while falling. He realized what he was supposed to do, it was time. As the ground approached the boy looked down. He was not afraid of what would happen anymore. He was not afraid of what was beyond what he saw, heard, touched, and smelled. He was not afraid anymore. He was…