Another day of just the right touch of cold layered towards me and just the right warmth cushioned beneath me, yes another bed day. The only place where my thoughts endlessly stream like running water passing carefree and careless of what it hits. I thought again and this time I was lost in a loop of thoughts, what if, what is, what is not. The possibilities chased back and forth in my mind like crashing waves against the edge of a cliff. No moment to grasp any real words, just thoughts after thoughts after thoughts. You can call it daydreaming or whatever fancy word you find, but I call it home.