inspiration

On a lazy Saturday morning when you're lying in bed, drifting in and out of sleep, there is a space where fantasy and reality become one.
Are you awake, or are you dreaming?
You see people and things; some are familiar; some are strange.
You talk, you feel, but you move without walking; you fly without wings.
Your mind and your body exist, but on separate planes.
Time stands still.
For me, this is the feeling I have when ideas come.