Time

i like it when life slows down.
when you wake up in your bed at six AM and your not sure if you're alive or dead or awake or asleep and it's hot and it's cold and you're confused and nothing is really real.
when your eyes are open but you can't see and your mouth is open but you can't speak and then you just give up and go back into your sleep.

ten minutes later you will wake up for real. and you'll glance at your clock in horror, but you're not late. you fell back asleep ten minutes ago and you had a dream in your head that lasted hours. a deep, complex, woven story. and in the adrenaline and shock of waking up, your mind has been erased and you could spend all day thinking about what it was you were dreaming about, but you won't ever remember. it's a thin, slim film of dirt under a murky layer of tansluscent plastic. it's there, and you want to get at it, but you can't. it's all so very confusing.

how did life slow down? logically it didn't. my mind sped up so fast that it was processing this dream so quickly that hours were condensed into the space of ten minutes. if only we could harness this trick of nature and slow time down when we wanted. just think of all the money we could make...