A/C on high, 65' in my room. Lots of blankets and pillows, off in some ridiculous dreamland where everything is perfect and woken to the sound of the damn garbage truck down the street.
Can't get back to sleep, just want to be back where the ocean is purple and there were 3 moons in the sky. But can't return. Roll out of bed and get ready to face another day. 500 miles and back home by 5pm.