It happens and I am out of body and the theme from the Twilight zone is on a a loop.Rod Serling mumbles something to my Fear. Insanity crooks a finger and beckons from behind a hooded robe. But this is a prelude to possibilities down the rabit hole. So once again I turn my back. Scramble up hill the skinny trail rutted in deep.
Sleep is the breadcrumb trail. That never fails to walk me out of the woods.until next episode.