It was morning. I was in bed, curled up amongst the sheets, while the cold morning air caressed my face. My eyes were closed, and idle thoughts were passing through my mind. As they still often do, they came to you. They came in fragments of moments and words. I dug my head harder against the pillow, and couldn’t help but feel anger, and resentment.

It was afternoon. I was strolling back to my car after being out jogging. An even layer of clouds were holding back the sun. There was a quiet stillness in the air, and idle thoughts were passing through my mind. My thoughts came to an event that has never happened, and I caught myself smiling. It played behind my eyes like some silent movie, as I continued to stroll back to my car.