This morning I woke up remembering the nightmare I had while so sound asleep… At least i thought it was sound sleep. It seemed deep enough. But maybe too deep…too dark… I thought I was safely tucked under the down comforter with the baseboard heating cranked up so my head had a nice light bead of sweat on it. Perhaps the sweat was not from the artifical warmth, but from all the uneasy thoughts seeping out of my brain and through my pores. I may be unnecessarily stressing about the flurry of events which are about to occur, the adventures I’m about to embark on… but inevitably, stressing or not, it’s on my mind. Not to mention the myriad of other minor tragedies, holiday hubub, and dissarray of the world in general playing out a drumbeat with tons of repercussions resounding through me and into the cerebral cortex. I need instant karmic tranquility tapped into my ‘third eye’ via a painless, yet effective labotomy.

So, there’s this absolutey adorable and irresistable fellow called Snorlax. He’s my hero. He sleeps and eats, and sleeps some more. He wears his sloth in an attractive manner and has a docile demeanor, making him popular amongst children who like to play on his big round soft belly. AAhhh, tonight I will think of falling asleep, cradled, warm, and rocked to slumber on the belly of planet Snorlax.