I have this silly daydream of being in a plush green field under a blue sky and white clouds. I’m in the middle of nowhere and, like all Disney movies, bird are singing and the other animals are quite friendly. As I lie down on the soft ground, I’m hidden from any view.  All I do is gaze at the sky and some fallen tree leaves. And I feel very at peace.

Of course, this is my daydream, so I don’t wish to be alone the entire time. Even though I haven’t told you, my friend, where I’ve run away to or even that I’ve gone, you know where I am. As if guided by my spirit (and the forces of all girly movies combined) you locate me. In your belongings is a blanket to keep me warm and a basket of food to keep me full. We can parade around the field as I run my fingers through the grain, or we can lie there and rest. My friend is faceless, nameless and calm. And through  your silent actions and warmth, I am incredibly content.

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Then I remember a girl I met from Kansas who politely told me before that there’s lots of bugs and cornfields hurt. But you see what happens? Reality always sets in and everything that I dream about must always be grounded by rational thought. Unfortunately there is no pleasant field or a day where I’m not worried, and the only way to stay hidden is by burrowing into my bed to sleep.

Not to mention animals (on campus) are actually not friendly, they like to badger you around, climb on your sleeve and beg for food. True story.

I feel so incredibly tired by everything.