It was Monday. Felt like Sunday. Smeared into Tuesday, standing in the parking lot revving the laughter.
Now it’s dawn someplace I would like to be. But in my timezone, I need to call a sandman. Find the cogitating fusebox. Pull them. All.
But I am sitting here, documenting another incidence of feeling safe and boundless. Do you remember that, safe and boundless?
Perhaps it will follow me to my dreams.