"A bouquet of clumsy words: you know the place between sleep and awake when you're still dreaming but it's slowly slipping? I wish we could feel like that more often. I also wish I could click my fingers three times and be transported to anywhere I like. I wish that people didn't always say "just wondering" when you both know there was a real reason behind them asking. And I wish I could get lost in the stars.

Listen: there's a hell of a good universe next door, let's go."

- ee cummings