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It was a Saturday morning. The sun was shining like a crystal opal but the chill of the night had not left quite yet. The first beams slowly lit up a little room where the owner was safely fluttering in his empire of endless imagination. Finally, two tired blue eyes welcomed the new day. But the light was too strong, so a teardrop briefly landed on a frozen floor. He was not dreaming anymore. This realization was very upsetting. Where was his family? Where were his kids he was playing with just a minute ago? The beautiful wife who kissed him and sweetly said: "Raimond, open your eyes!" It was all gone. There was nothing but the old bed with the drowsy man who just lost everything.
Now, Raymond was in reality. The world he avoided grudgingly. The place full of madness and pain. He did not want to open a door from his little room. He did not want to see the light. "Running from it is the way to live," He said and exhaled his last breath. God knows where Raymond is right now but he is happy for sure.