My body wants to be with my pillow.

My mind wants to be inside a book.

My heart wants to be at a place of peace and contentment, preferably with an ocean view.

My paycheck would rather live at a bookstore than in envelopes that travel the world to pay bills.

My feet would rather walk barefoot on hot summer asphalt as a child than along the hushed carpeted hallways of adulthood.

My backpack prefers the weight of creativity to the weight of grading.

My face prefers sunshine to raindrops.


Maybe I prefer chasing rainbows to sitting in reality.