What life is this that we have reduced ourselves to? Why do we not act upon those childhood memories that used to fill our very minds? My life faces t...ese very questions everyday as does yours. We are the same everyway yet different underneath. Sometimes our only escape is into the memories of these worlds we create for ourselves. It was on such a meeting that I found myself in a dark place. The place was surrounded by old, rusted, and broken materials from my past. It was a place I had. The TV was on, but neither knew what was showing. He was on his back, a pillow under his head. Jessica lying on his chest, her hands crossed holding her chin up as she looked into his eyes."Have you though about children?" she asked softly.Normally a danger bell would be going off in his head somewhere. But for some reason, the warning alarm was muted. Even his funny bone was silenced.Here he was lying naked on the couch looking at eyes as blue as the flame of a torch with gorgeous hair fanned. Come on,” she cooed, while slinking up and taking ahold of his belt, “let’s work off some of this sexual tension.”“Britney, stop it,” he demanded as he pushed her hands away.“Oh come on, Trey, you have to be as horny as I am. If you’re worried about Lisa, don’t be. There’s nobody here but us. She’ll never know.”“Maybe not but I would know. You’re one of the most desirable girls on campus, Britney, but I’m not about to cheat on Lisa.”Now she was getting mad. She took a step back and stood in. Less than half were actually engaged in sex, the rest cuddling or chatting. Exciting though all these activities would have seemed to me in any other context, they were not what I sought in scouring the flickering shadows.“I’m here,” Hashim said from behind me.I turned and punched him in the face. To my astonishment, he not only did not try to stop me, but went flying backwards, slamming into the floor and skidding ten metres across the marble. All eyes turned to me. I walked slowly over to him.