I awoke to find that I was no longer in my bed. I found myself instead lying in a field under the stars. Startled, but feeling an awkward safeness, I slowly lifted my head to absorb the surroundings. It was clearly a mountainous regions as I was surrounded by giants rocks of black and silver. I realized I was alone, but there was movement all around me. I attempted to move my body and found that it was bound. Immediately I started to panic. I attempted to move to one side and found that I couldn't. Startled by my fear I began to yell. I yelled and yelled, until my voice was hoarse. Then I cried. I felt entirely helpless. I closed my eyes. When I opened them again, I was in the sky. I was falling, slowly, then faster. As I hit the ground I knew what I would be fine.
I have decided to once again retreat into my loneliness. Nothing is pleasing me lately. The colors of the walls are horrid, my writing is a disaster, and I received an email today from Boyd R Fritters that said he would be here in a few days. I have always felt that I was destined to do many great things. But all I find myself doing is sitting around this house, feeling as if the world is passing me by. I am sure this feeling will pass soon, but perhaps I should seize this opportunity to try something new. Explore a new continent. Drive really fast. Jump out of a plane.
I think I will have to muddle this all over with a bottle of wine tonight. I can only imagine that that will bring what I should really do to the surface...
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