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.