Chicken Feet

Falling asleep on the couch, she had visions of stars and paradise. She slept long and deep and woke rested fifteen minutes before the alarm clock. Throughout the day, she recalled her dreams with pleasure; they provided a source of inspiration in the most mundane tasks. Assembling welcome packets for the conference guests, a job requiring minute attention and boring as hell, she knew that everything was going to be alright because something existed so beautiful that nothing else mattered. She stopped short of saying or even thinking I am one with the universe, but she did look forward to going back to sleep as soon as possible.