It's like I'm in a room full of stuff made of white paper and everything creases and falls apart if touched. People who dwell there can turn articles of tomorrow into real things of today with just a single stare. They all leave at the end of every day and take everything away. Sometimes they notice me and say "there is no trick in turning things real, it just happens - wish for it!". When I try to ask something, they interrupt me and start talking nonsense to each other.. they speak very loud. I'm scared of people yelling so I retreat and wait in the corner for everyone to disappear.

It always ends this way. Except for weekend when nobody comes - then there is just room full of blank white paper.