He woke up with his dreams still wet in his eyes.  His heart greeted him, already awake from being up painting all night long.  He got out of bed and started his usual routine, getting dressed and eating the same dull food he ate day after day.  Today though, it tasted as if it were a meal fit for a king.  He finished his breakfast, gathered his things: keys, wallet, glasses and walked outside.  The sky was moonless and the sun was still hours away.  It was dark and the air was crisp and cold against his skin, on any other day he would have grabbed a jaket,  today though, he didn't mind or even seem to notice.  As he got into his car he was smiling a wide smile.  The angel and devil that would usually be on his shoulders where replaced by the Mad Hatter and Cheshire Cat.  They whispered tales, poems, and songs of her deep beauty  and pure heart into his ears.  His heart jumped and raced with excitement as it listened. They spun stories of her every strand of hair streaked with hues and shades of red mixed with the purest colors of love.  They sang sonnets of the deep magic and wonder and oceans of her eyes.  They recited verses of her lips, as fragile and delicate as the pedals of orchids.  Lips he had never touched or kissed, lips that still somehow burned and satisfied his soul more than any other lovers touch had ever before.  He drove  down the the long road towards work, another day of the same pointless repetitive movement.  Working side by side with people who had died inside along while ago.  Mindless, mind numbing work... but he didn't care.  Not today, no today was different.  He listened as the Cat and the Hatter kept spinning yarn after yarn,  her heart and soul glowing through every word they spoke.  He drove through the darkness, his smile growing ever wider and his heart filling with warmth.