Sometimes, I'm not entirely sure that reality exists. People say the sky is blue, but how do we know that the blue I see is the same as the blue you see? We can't, because we have no ability to look through each other's eyes. People say coffee tastes bitter, but how does anybody understand what the word bitter means to someone else? We don't, because we cannot possibly taste with someone else's tongue. How do I know that the past three years of my life haven't been a dream? How do I know that I'm not about to wake up, a 13 year old kid who fell asleep in U.S. History? I don't, because my dreams always feel so real up until the moment I open my eyes. Current Word Count: 2,110