It was beautiful outside. The singing canaries, the gleaming blue pools, the lush green growth – everything just the way I wanted it.

I opened the window to my fantasy world and climbed out. It looked different outside. The pools, once blue, swarmed with disgusting newts and toads hopped around them. The singing canaries had been replaced by screeching owls. IT was’t day any longer and it had begun to rain.

I opened my window and climbed back into reality. Perfection is a sham – there can be no perfect world…