I mean, yeah. It's pretty relatable, isn't it? Maybe the entrance is behind a burger place, situated just behind that one dumpster that never moves. Flakes of snow drifting out when it's winter in there, a soft rush of unspoiled water and a glimpse of the bluest sky you've ever seen. Maybe it's in an armoire in that cheap apartment I'll rent someday. Maybe the damn portal or door or what have you is just kinda out of the way along a route I'll one day run.

But that's kind of the plan, y'know? None of this "oh, I'm just going to work a desk job for a few decades until my heart stops and I've left behind an accumulated pile of paper, plastic, and junk to sift through before I'm unceremoniously burned with nary a memory left" bullshit. God no. Not a good long-term plan. Financial stability? Who the fuck needs that? Just a backpack, a reliable car, and a map criss-crossed with ley lines bought off a fortune teller, and as soon as I'm out of this shitty job, that's where I'll go.

And it'll be awesome. I'm not sure how it'll happen, or what'll happen exactly, but I mean... you've had your own fantasies and plans of this, right? Beautiful green grass, air that almost smells sweet, and little half-height heads bobbing along in the fields hard at work for a bountiful harvest. Maybe you stop at a crossroads and meet an adventurer, the first human she's ever seen, and that ushers in a glorious few weeks of trundling from inn to cave, from high adventure to the cloud-kissed mountaintop shrines. Maybe a wagon pulled by horses that we build together, all the comforts of home on the road.

What's a good long-term plan without sex, though, right? I mean, that world's not gonna have STD's. Or stupid, silly hangups, or the crass detours into infidelity and repressed desire that mark our own. Just a few years from now, if all goes well, I'll be feeling stout thighs wrap around my cheeks, or a mess of tangled hair tighten in my fist as I loom over a moaning lover, her eyes shot through with love.

Because let's face it. That world out there? It's a better one. Things aren't always perfect there- there's the occasional goblin incursion where they get a bit too rough in a tussle, and sometimes the harvest is just a little late. But there's music and laughter, the hearty sounds of flesh on flesh and wet noises of pleasure in the night, and maybe someday there'll be little three-quarter-ling babies...

So that's my plan. Find the entrance, find a nice, charming hobbit lass to indulge together with and live in bliss forever with. Sure, I might have to hold on a little longer in this world, or spend some time searching, and maybe I might some nights think the entrance is at the bottom of a glass... But hey.

I'm far from the only one with that life plan, right?