I am a king in my potential imaginary world. It is free to be. I can imagine a world in my head and be the king of it. This is the benefit of the imagination and of writing.
But sometime I get outside the imaginary world and go to reality. Here you have to pay bills and it is not so funny. But from time to time, I meet womans which love me. I love them back.
I can be a king in my next writing, and describe the palace where I rule the kingdom. But I know I cannot be forever on the earth. So, from time to time, I get back to reality.
Can you be a king like me?