Going to sleep a peaceful man, the world around him changes, ever adapting to the vigorous environments of life. As he opens his eyes to a gloomy day, wondering what he had dreamt of in his sleep, his right ear senses a burst of noise as his phone rings furiously, breaking his post-slumber routines. As he reached out with his left hand, he questions his importance in this world. He wanders far and wide into his imagination, looking for answers he’ll never find. The deep abyss of his mind refuses to let go as inch by inch his hand moves towards the attention-seeking phone. His brain lights up with ideas, which would run away as soon as his eyes shutter into existence, and promises he’ll never keep for his inability to trust himself with them. Only a few more centimeters before he comes in contact with the ice-cold body of the screamer, shutting it up and letting its lost voice out.
He answers the call.
The desperate voice demands of his presence as he constantly refuses its pleas. With the aim of returning to his cozy haven of thought, he hangs up hoping this was the end of it.
It only took a few minutes for him to realize that the demands of the voice met his own and soon decided to do as it demanded. He readies himself wearing a rich red shirt, his trusty grayish-brown jeans, white-soled-black shoes, and a rusty red hoodie. He leaves his room with a sense of excitement, something that often fails to make its presence known. Walking down the hill he wondered what the voice would look like today. He looks at the voice in the distance, and recognizes the familiar costume. A greeting passes between him and the voice, as they travelled through poisonous air, over a land of dust, to a place of shadows. The shadows seem endless as they come and go with no care in the world. The dark, faceless bodies keep moving, looking confident and purposeful, yet lost and confused. Nothing but their eyes seen and their words heard.
The voice walks across a paved roadway to the other side, avoiding a barrage of vehicles. He follows. It speaks to one of the shadows and returns with a hue of disappointment and anger. The voice, desperately looks for a way out of this mess reaching for the internet, searching for a solution to this unsolved problem.
All this while, he is all but concerned about what’s happened. He wanders around this surprisingly well lit place. As he looked around for ways to occupy himself, one of the posters on a red brick wall caught his eye. The poster spoke to him as if he was its own son, sending him into a trance for 3 seconds – the longest 3 seconds of his life. Nobody knows what happened in those three seconds. Whenever he’s asked of this moment, he smiles and says, “Liberty”.
After various possible solutions going down the drain, they decided to leave this land and return to their humble abode. An uneventful journey later, they arrive home only to have realized a measly hour had passed, time that seemed to be forever for him. Walking up the hill, back to his room, he tried to plan out a productive day ahead of him, even though he knows the result would be him either sleeping his sorrows away or drowning himself in chocolates. As soon as he enters his room, he falls on his bed entering into a day dream of a life he wishes he had. One he knows he’ll never have.
Just as he was about to doze into sleep, his face lit up with hope; hope of changing his life into something he can be proud of.
He grabs his laptop, quickly opens up a new document, and begins typing with utmost enthusiasm.

He is Ted.