In waking a knot begins To work it's way through my stomach, Tightening and twisting, Dread and worry My old friends. Thoughts of leaving My body here, distracted, While I float down stairs, Free from my stomach, Free from my mind, The suffering it causes. I would be energy, A light glowing orb Of pink and blue, Bobbing along, Floating out the open window, No more worries for awhile. On entering I would feel different. The space would expand Making me present and aware, Accepting of all experiences. The children's shouts Wouldn't make me jump Anymore, A lightness and a trust in the universe stamping out all the dread.