More seductive in the day than the soul-snatching of television is continuation or resumption of sleep. Those people and places on the far side of consciousness increase their pull with every visitation. I mean, there are things that HAPPEN there that don’t happen here.
NOTHING happens here.
Shouldn’t real life be the good one, the one you want much more? Maybe this existence we share can be the one I visit just while body rests.
And the compelling, sometimes nightmarish, engaging life I lead in dreams can, now on, be my standard.