Wishes, they are strewn around like grains of sand, everyone spouting out more and more.

But no one understands the significance of getting your one true wish granted.

Simon had spent most his whole life hoping for change. To get out of the endless drone of human life.

Already, almost nineteen and ready to drop out, throw the towel in. The one real """"wish"""" he wanted probably wasted on a wish that he had the money to buy a piece of candy at a younger age. Constantly running the same idea for the perfect wish over and over in his head, sealing all corners in hopes that if the day comes that it really happens he'll have it down right. That it'll be exactly as he wanted it.

This is Simon's, no my recollection of the adventures I had when exactly that happened. The wish came true.