Body sinking into my king sized mattress,

Head cradled by pillows, pillows and even more pillows.

Tucked and Rolled up like a burrito... warm and already peacefull.

Full body twitching with anticipation for the sweet escape into my personal Purgatory Paradise.

Mind fades out into the abyss of my empty skull.

Imagination freed from it's leash, able to run wind and create todays paradise.

Imagination off the leash and completely free.

Mind snaps back into reality to do the final inspection,

Before my limbs become limp and my mind becomes sitting mush.

Everything is ready to go, nothing could ruin this retreat.

I close my eyes, and in that same movement reality became completely detached.

I open my eyes to blinding sunlight, and sand squishing and sloshing between my toes.

The sound of the Atlantic Ocean's beautiful, peacfull natural melodies.

Children's laughter in the distance,

Randomly, just every couple moments Bob Marley's voice would chime in.

Everything is perfect and peacefull, until it happened.. again.

That loud voice, constantly demanding the attention of all who surround him.

Immedietly the room fills with irritation and his thirst for power.

It smothers my Paradise, crushes every bit till theres nothing left except a distant memory in the wind.

Only he can completely slaughter all peace and harmony that exhisted in my Purgatory Paradise.

He does it so well, theres no more peace, no more paradise.

Just sleep lines on my face, a teacher repeatedly calling my name, and a class full of giggling juniors.

Paradise probably should only be visited in home. :)