Aladdin had a life, a life he had woven from his imagination, a life different from the one he existed in. He spent most of his time in his self woven life of fantasy. The life he knew held no meaning to him. He wanted more out of it but all his efforts to make it happen were futile. Tired of reality, he takes succour in his life of fantasy. Aladdin never really experienced love, he craved for a females touch, but it was far away from him. This rejection gradually grew into anger and resentment. Sitting on the couch in his sitting room, he drifted into his life of fantasy. A life where he could have any woman he wanted regardless of their marital status. Mrs. Joanne, his neighbor's wife smiled at him, walked closer and planted on soft moist kiss on his lips, he returned it hungrily, caressing her bare skin. The phone rang jolting him from his fantasy. He cursed the caller under his breath, he was sure going to finish what he started. He didn't stand a chance in reality, but his life of fantasy can give all he wants and desire.