I don't even know. There was a thunderstorm tonight that was just . . . jaw-droppingly gorgeous. I lay outside and watched the lightning streak across the night sky 'til it may as well have been day. Car alarms went off when the thunder hit - I felt the ground tremble beneath me. Puddles everywhere. The rain pooled wherever it could. Somewhere in the back of my mind I was aware of getting drenched, but there was no real reason to take notice. Everything was so perfect. Blinking every couple of seconds to keep the water out of my eyes, hair plastered to my neck and forehead, I couldn't shake the feeling that I was slowly slipping farther and farther away from the where and when I'd been before. No idea if I was falling or flying - no idea where I was going. It's all a dream anyway, you know? Don't take it so seriously, man. You get up each and every day a little bit less alive, but it doesn't have to be that way. Listen to me. I know the way it really is. You can do anything you want. You can be whatever you like. So long as you're alive, whatever happens, you're still you. I was gonna keep going, but now I've got yoga. Still, sounds like a good beginning to a short story, don't it?