The second shower only gives way to more heat leaving my body. Only in stillness, does comfort wash over me.
I wish for regeneration.
New limitations.
New perimeters.
Different problems.
An escape from the ordinary, really.
Like when we were kids in grade school, at recess time.
For 15 minutes, we weren't students but astronauts from the Planet of the Apes, or Kung Fu masters.
But then, that damn bell would ring telling us recess was over and we'd have to go back to being students again.
But now recess is our dream state and the alarm clock tells us when recess is over.
The headphones are on.
The alarm is set.
It's time for recess.
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