I woke up feeling nostalgic for the ninth time since day break. I opened my eyes and beside me of course were my regular items - a book, a pen and a jotter. I rolled over to get hold of the pen and in a split moment, I was in my thoughts, again.

Often times, people talk about trances, visions, and even the third dimension, of which I didn't see reasons to believe any of these claims or theories as I've never been in one myself. I had confronted one who was a sole believer of it and even gave me instances that seemed like I had had them myself, yet, no, it wasn't true, can't be true. But, this is my story, a short one.

A year ago, I used to wonder what life would be like if one had literally all his needs met, and for some reasons I felt it was what I needed. I also wondered again, “what would it be like to meet my own needs personally, hmm?” This felt more feasible compared to the first option, then I began to source for every and anything I could do to meet these needs.

About three months after this crazy thought, I found something I could do that I like and that could earn me financial freedom, or so I thought. Then I started writing.

I started as a freelance writer and yes, I made a couple of bags from it. I was motivated. I believed I could make more, and all I needed was that nut cracking idea then boom! So I began to surf the net for more motivation and ideas then I found something incredibly entertaining, a motivational quote. This quote changed my whole life psychology, that's when I knew I found the crack.

In all my experiences in writing, I had never gone to someone for tutoring or anything of such. Then I met her. She was into writing, stories about herself and her journey through her time as a woman. She got onto it like writing was her, and she writing.

Affirmatively, I made it known to her that she was my inspiration, I hadn't known what it meant for a start, but, I knew she made me crack that nut for little pieces of work I had gotten myself into. I wrote as a freelancer for months and also made a lot of personal articles as well. it became a habit. it became me. I was writing and it, me.

We went on and on for months till one day, I was to make a writing for a well known publishing company. It was my first writing that would bag me not less than a thousand dollars at once. I was to submit this writing four weeks post the time I contacted them. I made her my forerunner. She went ahead to gather me materials for the writing which was all so easy, at least for the time being.

A week and four days to the submission, I started writing. I went on day and night, thinking, brainstorming, cracking my brain and busting my own bubbles. I had barley slept for two hours per day not to even talk of eating well.

Two days to the deadline, in the cool of the evening, I went out for a stroll with my pen, and jotter. At the park when I arrived, I sat on one of the many seats beautifully arranged in an arithmetic sequence starting from four and went around the park. I sat there alone and in my thoughts, as usual. But this time, I started seeing my own thoughts with my eyes, the things I saw, were the things I thought.

I blinked like every other time trying to get back to my reality, but it didn't happen. Was I stuck in my own imagination? Maybe I was. But then my imagination was not a terrible nightmare, so I decided to enjoy the little moment in there.

When I snapped back to reality, I was in the hospital. She was beside me, holding my hand and telling me all is well and I have nothing to worry about. She had me confused a few minutes as I stared into her eyes. She then looked around my hands and my eyes traced her eyes till I saw what she saw on me. “JESUS", I scream, but then, my voice happened to have ceased. I slowly called her name and my voice came cracking out momentarily but she shushed me.

I was sedated and made to sleep a little longer, when I woke up again, she wasn't there, but a nurse was, asked her what happened to me, she gave me in brief, “Sir, you were involved in an accident”