Tim was a young youthful boy.
With a mind full of wild colorful imagination.

He had gone to bed but on this night he had decided to spin around three times and climb into bed.

He had awoken from his dream to hear a noise in the kitchen, he climbed out of his bed and followed the noise to the fridge he had open to witness no food but a mirror of his own house he had walked into the fridge and had stepped into unique world. On the boys rights was his kitchen not much had changed there but on his left was like an early 1900s ball room dance. It was all in black and white the girls where dressed in pearly dress the men in black and white suites, I had walked in with amazement, People had not notice me at all.
It all felt to real to be a dream Tim had thought to himself.

The next mourning Tim was not in his bed.
He had left the world of reality, Forever lost in his mind.
Without a exit.