3 Word Prompt: f12 LIT1 Bunny: Lost, Fantasy, Dim

The world of my true life is not a pleasing habitat. I wish I had never come here. My body may not escape from this prison, but my mind, I declare, is free. I have been *lost* for years in a maze of fear and confusion. My thoughts have been darkened, *dim*, leering; looming above me like a nemesis. Like a threat of violence. I have in time been learning to build ladders to supersede these walls: ladders of *fantasy*. In my mind, I can lead a different life. I can be a different being. I may do the things my real world self never would dare to attempt. The pain of this victory is, of course, that I do eventually need to awaken. I cannot stay submerged in my mind's world. I grieve to repressurize and enter the land of the living: the living which I must earn. But perhaps you and I can run off together? Would you like to see things of my own creation, things that nobody else has ever experienced? I am the only guide you need. And perhaps you can build a stair with me, all the way outwards: The coast is clear.