To the scent of coffee, the sound of birdsong, the caress of mist.

From a dream you can't help but feel was real.

Promptly to the sound of your alarm.

And you first thought is "and now the true nightmare begins."

Overgrown with deadly nightshade and populated by crumbling statues.

Lit by candlelight, with a table perfectly set for two.

Thoughtfully planted with a mix of annuals, perennials, and berries.

Full of curious, otherworldly plants, with gnomes and fairies hiding under the leaves.

Dreary, humdrum, and gray. Blind to the wonders that surround them.

A rich cast of supporting characters serving to propel you towards your one true love.

TRYING TO KILL YOU.

Other human beings, leading lives of varying levels of interest to you.

Read the letter.

Study the map.

Put on the amulet.

Pocket the knife.

Lurks around every corner.

Is the fire in which heroes are forged.

Is what you go through for love.

Should be avoided.

Letting the right person get away.

Leading an unremarkable life.

Other people.

Climate change.

A trust fund you can access in five years.

A week in Paris.

A secret clubhouse of your very own.

Becoming pen pals with J.K. Rowling.

For strange and wondrous things to occur.

To meet The One, and you style your hair and clothing accordly.

For the zombie apocalypse. You have a strategy and a backpack at the ready.

For whatever the weather is, because you check it before you leave the house.

A raven that obeys your commands.

A gorgeous stranger who doesn't speak your language.

A grizzled old woman with survival training.

No one. Other people will just slow you down.

Muttering "accio" at objects across the room.

Falling in love with every barista who puts a heart in your latte.

Starting every sentence with "Actually..."

Announcing who you will let in your bunker when the world ends.