Had one of those afternoon sleep that dreams are made out of. Can't stop the brain from floating into the soft wind & warm sunbeams where I grinded into something hard while the body is held immobile. Then the whole body disappeared into something that's opposite of pain. The eyes won't open. The breath not felt. Still I hear the world's turning with joyance creatures all about. When it's time to come back I forgot how to say hi. Feel like it's the first time that I have used my eyes. The sun's burning bright, the clouds' shades' just right. I have to ask myself again, & again, "Where have I been? Where am I?"