I seem to be under the impression that dreaming is more interesting than life, today. Thrice did I return to slumber! I didn’t want to move my limbs, I just wanted to go back to the picnic in my head. It was a glorious dream. Fantasies, fairies and farts kind of dream. Ephemeral. Yet now that I am awake, I am late to get ready for the real world. Call time for a show at noon. I wonder if I’ll make it.