What if I just stay here in bed and didn’t get up? The world would stop turning so fast and I’d stop slipping. I could will it with all my might to slowly grind to a holt. With all the weight of my desire it would turn slowly back, I’d reverse the tide. I’d go through all that pain and terror to get back to the place under the duvet. I turn the covers over to feel the cold and feel alive. I wouldn’t get up eager to make adventures. But I’d stay where you lazed, just lying in bed, no plans, nothing. At least I wouldn’t be alone. Today I’m staying in bed seeking warm and cold. It feels like Sunday, but it’s Saturday. I wish it were Sunday in a different world.