My head hit the pillow like Steinway & Sons on a baked alaska last night. I have been starved of late afternoon naps that in return disrupt my sleep paterns and result in really late nights. Those afternoon sleeps permeated by endorphins and pungent in lucidity, where one skates the thin ice between everywhere and nowhere - the journey to happiness, the ultimate Zen.

Realities fork and thread, portal through time and space, skimming consciousness and mixing it with color - the most fragile and brittle state of existence that is too easily disturbed. Once disturbed, as we all know, it cannot be replicated.

I was looking through a filter of grease, my vision pasted over by a film of vaseline. I was prepared to get up and get ready to leave the house. I stared at the red fuzz that slowly became the LED display of my alarm clock it read 02:30 - christ, I still had 4.5 hours of pure happiness left. A real gift from the universe.