Another Friday night alone

I live in a fantasy world of my own design.
It’s more real to me then the ‘real’ world. I spend as much time there as I can. It could be a real place – there are theories of alternate universes – maybe this is mine. It’s strangely comforting to know that, somewhere, this all may be true. May be real. Makes me feel a little less silly. Less crazy.
Somewhere, I have a job that I like.
Somewhere, my life is together.
Somewhere, I might have a relationship with my family.
Somewhere, I am watching movies with my best friend, we never fought, he isn’t in love with me. Or maybe I am in love with him. I could live with that. If I could find that universe, I’d so kick that version of me out and take her place.