This morning..

Close your eyes.. You're warm. All is perfect. You're so comfortable, you may never move from this spot again. [[Wake up.]] [[Stay in bed.]]

This is too good to lose. You redouble your efforts to keep your eyes shut and somehow manage to sink more deeply into the pillows. [[Wake up.]] [[Sleep.]]

You're going to be late if you don't. You Don't have much time to get on the road. [[Shower.]] [[Eat Breakfast.]] [[Do some stretches.]] [[Loaf around.]] [[Head to work.]]

You are one with your blankets. They are an extention of you. Part of your own body. They were always there and will always be there. Getting rid of them now would be akin to losing a limb. Your senses seem to be drifting away. Even in this numbness, you find great comfort. Nothing matters but yourself and your union. [[Wake up.]] [[Sleep.->Sleep2]]

Time seems to melt away just as your senses have. Here is the only place. Now is the only time. Is this transcendence? Enlightenment? It hardly matters. [[Wake up.]] [[Drift.]]

Everything is gone. You are at peace. And yet.. [[Wake up.->awakening]] [[Accept eternal peace.]]

**Pain! Great pain!** A beam of light stabs into the darkness to land squarely in your brain. You open your eyes to the harsh sunlight. The events of your beautiful dream melt away. It will never come back. [[Bury your face in the pillow.]] [[Get up already.->Wake up.]]

You are one with the universe. You are the stars. You are the earth. You are everyone and everything. All the good. All the evil. Everything in between. And it is right. [[Open your eyes.]]

**THE END**

It's too late to recapture your dream. [[Get up->Wake up.]]

(set: $time to $time+1) It has to be a quick one but it will do. A smelly person is a sad person. [[Eat Breakfast.]] [[Do some stretches.]] [[Loaf around.]] [[Head to work.]]

(set: $time to $time+1) Cereal, the breakfast of champions. Okay, maybe not. But still the breakfast of you. [[Shower.]] [[Do some stretches.]] [[Loaf around.]] [[Head to work.]]

(set: $time to $time+1) You're all set to be the cheeriest morning person anyone sees all day. According to the internet, stretching in the morning is the best way to achieve this. [[Shower.]] [[Eat Breakfast.]] [[Loaf around.]] [[Head to work.]]

(set: $time to $time+1) Being a morning person can wait until next century. If you don't take some time to indulge your internet addiction, you'll surely be itching before noon. [[Shower.]] [[Eat Breakfast.]] [[Do some stretches.]] [[Head to work.]]

(if: $time <=2)[Everything else be damned. Your boss will not be happy if you don't make it in on time.] (if: $time >2)[Your boss will be mad you're late but he'll be even madder if you aren't ready to tackle the day.] [[Hurry!]]

(if: $time <=2)[You come in running and skid to a halt near the punch computer. The clock hits 8:01 immediately afterward. Smooth. As. Silk.] (if: $time >2 and $time <5)[It's ten minutes past eight and there is no hope of sneaking in. Your boss gives you a stern talking to and writes you up. One more strike and you may be fired.] (if: $time >=5)[It's so far past eight you may as well not show up at all. You do anyway and it's not pretty. Your boss practically has steam spouting from his ears. This is the final straw. You have been fired.] [[Open your eyes.]]