Pull an all-nighter. It doesn't matter what you're doing, homework, partying, having a deep conversation with your mom, whatever. Just get more tired than you've ever been in your life. Drive four hours home and arrive in mid-afternoon on a warm sunny day without a cloud in the sky. Go to your room to take a nap. Close the Venetian blinds so that the sun filters in through them in strips of light that make the dust floating through the air look like a miniature armada of pixies. Lie on your bed and stare at the ceiling through those strips of light while the fan goes slowly around at its lowest setting. If you are lucky enough to be effortlessly synesthetic, you will be hearing "The Plateaux of Mirror". The pianos are venetian blinds, little strips of white comfort, echoing streamy wisps of light to your tired eyes. Your well-made bed is a bath of soft synth pads massaging your back. Birds are flying by, chirping, they are probably outside but they might be right next to you. Close your eyes if you want to. Draw a picture if you want to. Write a letter if you want to. You are safe at home.
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