Ethereal Sense

Dear Diary: It is at this point within my existence that I am absolutely certain of what I desire. I want nothing more to do with reality, rather; I wish to be laid upon the most exuberant bed, sipping ice-cold water from a chalice. My lover is beside me, and we wear matching crowns upon our heads and matching smiles upon our faces. I wish to have nothing more to do with the outside world, and everything to do with outrageous fantasy.