Behind Doro's house there was a grand forest full of beasts as wild as the sea. He dreamt of the day that he'd be taken on the hunt and see first hand some of the brutes they were warned of. He'd been given a special bow for his name day and couldn't wait to become a man. He was growing restless whilst watching the closest point to the forest and daydreaming about what creature he'd kill on his first hunt.

Suddenly a flaming horse jumped out of the clearing in front of him! He screamed in horror and tried to stand as well as push his chair back, resulting in him falling backwards.

Suddenly he woke with a fright staring at his ceiling. He knew if he looked out his window there would be no wood, no magical creatures, nothing but the apartment building on the other side of the road in this concrete jungle he hated so much. Doro suddenly turned into Dorian the boring supermarket worker who lived with his mum and dad and spent his free time dreaming of something better. If he kept his eyes closed he could still feel the breeze on his face as if it was real. He knew he that his place was by an enchanted forest not stacking shelves and dealing with customers, how had fate left him stranded in this world?

His day was full of screaming children, crying babies, rude women and testosterone filled men. Even an old granny had left him a "lovely" surprise, after standing in her wheel chair she left a river of foul smelling piss on the floor and he was the lucky man that got to clean it. His life felt as foul as the river she left, he was wasting his life and he knew it.

Sometimes it scared him to sleep, returning to his magical world, the world he belonged to and having to leave it for this reality every night. When he was asleep he never wanted to wake again, if sleeping kept him in a world he really belonged to then what was the point in being awake?

That night he couldn't remember sleeping, he spent most of the night reading angry at himself. He couldn't bare being in that world any longer but he knew that if he closed his eyes that is where he'd end up. Death was not an option, though death by lack of sleep possibly was going to be the cause.

By the time he was home he couldn't keep himself awake any longer, he fought to stay conscious but his body just shut down, he was helpless.

He could hear people around him, whispering in the dark. What happened? He could hear people worriedly talking about him in hushed voices, he'd only fallen off his chair! He'd had that horrible dream again about the weird people in their strange contraptions in a strange world he didn't understand. It never lasted that long before he was worried he'd never wake up from that stupid place with its stupid people. He sat up, his head throbbing as he did so, his blanket falling to the floor in a heap.

His pet Doogle ran across the room to him. He stroked the giant two headed beast behind one of his ears to keep him quiet as he walked towards the voices. The sound of voices was growing fainter through the house and the darkness blinded him. This was his home and he felt so lost wandering through the corridor outside his bedroom, the voices moving ever forward and away from him.

His head hurt, sometimes it was like he was looking at two different things in front of him. He could see his world, this one that he was walking down the hallway in his home in, but also he could see a different one, the one that made no sense in his dreams. There were too many voices in his head, not just the whispers he was following but others.