I wrote 11 Days with Sgt Tate as my escape from reality. I envisioned a 6'5" hung bear behemoth Marine Drill Instructor with millions made from patents. He doesn't exist in reality. (If he does, send him my way.) I envisioned a Rest Area closed to the public but open to dozens of truckers all looking to get laid. It doesn't exist in reality. (If it does let me know where I should go for a little fun.) I envisioned that unprotected sex doesn't have any worries. That doesn't exist in reality.
