Imagine it's three hours ago. You've got a choice.
Do you drink that extra cup of tea? You're already a little tired.
You know you'll have to pee. You'll want to go to sleep but won't be able to.
You'll feel distracted and cold and anxious to share things with your friends.
In short time, you'll get your signals crossed. Your brain will try to keep up but fireworks will go off brightly against the night sky.
The colors - the shapes - the shine.
What are those sensations tunneling through your skin into that warm spot behind your eyes. Who called this meeting? What's the agenda? Why are we here?
WHO'S THOUGHTS ARE THESE?
The questions and curiosity.
They're not quietish sweet old ladies in Church. They're confident, emboldened sorority girls.
They didn't earn this right. They took it.
The group overpowers the individual and team-play is afoot.
You won't want to write. But you will.
Words aren't about the wanting.
You'll want to breathe the cold, night air.
Focus. You're almost there.
Cold? Flip the feeling. Enjoy how alive you feel.
Get through the toll booth of resistance. Find your flow.
Your attitude will take flight and you'll be left in pure motion.
The thoughts will gather into a helium filled bundle of red balloons and float away into the distance as the music starts to play and the credits roll and the scene fades to black.