All hidden thoughts surface when I am here. As I fade out and fade in, I realize what I've done wrong, what I should be doing, and what I should have done. I long to return here and long to remain. It is the place of dreams and relaxation. It is the place of my escape. I roll from side to side, front to back. Stretching out and curling up, now I've got it right. I could stay like this forever.

In sleep and dreams I'm out of time. Out-side of time, really. Perhaps it is when I am here that I am closest to experiencing eternity. As I lay here, I dream of days in a single night (and most likely only a small fraction of the night). How can that be? Eternity. An escape from the confines of time.

It is here that I ponder the man-madeness of time and space. It is here that I think myself to sleep. It is in sleep that I am able to do the greatest magic trick of all time - the escape.