Sleep Escape

Hit the snooze button and wake up next year. Right now, that’s how everyone wants it. The saying ‘get out of town’ is one of total disbelief. It’s strange that hitting the snooze button, and getting out of town amount to the same thing in real life.

I tapped the deactivate button on Facebook, and decided to snooze myself. I thought that absence would make the heart grow stronger, but being away from the social media only made me envious and resentful.  

Other people seem to be able to carry on living, in the moment. But I need the future to happen, like now!

So there are two kinds of escape: the welcome and unwelcome snooze. Then there’s the reality — I don’t need what I want. I want what I don’t need.

When you escape from the mafia, in your nightmares, it’s after a night away in a sleazy motel before a flight to a spectacular island retreat.

Beachside cocktails and a Hawaiian shirt are compulsory, if you’re running from danger or the law. Artists don’t do that. We have our own dodgy standards to maintain.

We have to rest with both eyes closed.