Day Dream #25

He spent the day in bed arguing philosophy with himself. The dialogue wasn't necessarily clever, worthwhile to repeat here, nor was it in any way logical. He did conclude that he wasn't going to get out of bed. That includes never having to see what the weather is looking like outside. He could tell though just by the amount of light that was washing over his blinds that it wasn't sunny outside. He didn't hear the patter of rain and so he concluded that if it had rained at any point in the night, it would have mostly dried by this point. None of this meant that he was any more or less motivated to get out bed. The sheets are warm he thought. Why should I ever get out of this little cocoon that I've created. The sheets are wrapped around me, I have a book to read, and then there is always the chance to sleep some more. He flirted with eternity after the cocoon thoughts faded. He was trying to stay awake now but eternity was responsible for a yawn growing out of his mouth and finally blooming wide. Maybe he was just sleeping anyway. Maybe this was all a dream and with that cliche thought in mind he turned out the lights and rolled over. Now he would never get back to the dreamy clouds he'd been floating through all night.