Who appointed me as the queen of daydreaming.!, you might
ask
Who else, I did. Because it was an imagination.
It’s a method to pass time in a boring class or a method to
load a dream for a REM sleep. In either way, every daydream, every imagination
is a fantasy.
When I’m sitting in a boring class, I would think about the
lessons in Hogwarts. How fun a lesson of flying on a broomstick than a lesson
about gravitational forces. Collecting blast-ended skrewts in Hagrid’s garden
than counting plasmolysed cells from a microscope.It’s always fun to think about a
world that doesn’t exist when some chores in this world are too intimidating.
