Its hard to be a writer, unless u have an open mind, wide imagination and a tongue, right? He had all of that. He was a very sensitive guy. He felt a lot, a lot more than other people did. He was special but never let anyone notice it, until he meets the meaning of his life, a perfect girl. He is young, innocent yet with insane energy for a writer. He lives alone in a small wooden house, away from the city.

One night, he fell asleep, sitting at his desk. His head falling on the flat desktop, on top of the paper on which he wrote about the perfect girl he had been seeing in his dreams. All the energy and feeling he had buried in that paper were like real. So, it was real.

He woke up groggily from the sound of someone’s soft humming, he looked up, his messy hair falling on his eyes and his eyeglasses on his nose. He saw her, the girl he had been seeing in his dreams, about who he had written a lot of fairytales, novels and poems.