Don't know what to do when I run out of things to do. Immerse myself in sleep. Burrow under the protective warmth of unsciousness, float down the river of dreams. There's something uncomfortable about reality, but what choice do I have? Sometimes I whisper to myself to get my attention. It doesn't always work.

A woman I once knew would share little confessions with me. Secrets of her soul or just bon-bons her heart knew I couldn't resist. I don't know for sure. I was eager enough to taste each confidence, so she would tease me with more.

Does any of this make any difference to you?