I am floating through space, the fuzzy world of someone else's reality. The dream-like state contained in a space of this can't possibly be my life. The world is not concrete and I cannot find my foot of exhilaration of living beyond the space of red rimmed eyes and languishing inside my head of brightly coloured thoughts.If I reach out and touch my desk will my hand float through in abstraction? If I close my eyes will the vivid pictures of my mind take me to a far stronger reality? Have I gone insane? Or, the liklier case is that I awoke late and tired and limped to work where I do not want to be and will awake upon the entrance of my tarnished castle door.