I am standing very still on one leg in the middle of my room and there is a calming and beautiful music wafting through the air. The music is Enya.
I am imagining sailing away on a silver moon beam. I am imagining sliding on a moonbeam while standing serenly on one leg all the way to the centre of the sun.
What strange human relationships will I experience on my journey into the centre of the sun? I will meet professionals and vagrants, mothers and young children, introverts and racconteurs. Each human relationship will have no meaning, but a singular texture.
I see that the lines on my face and hands increase in severity as I approach the sun.
I feel as though I am a scientific phenomena. I glace at my heads up display. Systems nominal. Speed = 1,000,000 Mph.
This reminds me of a trip to toramelinos. Or benidorm. But less exotic.
Oh. I have arrived at the centre of the sun. Oh, God lives here!
After my trip to the sun I sit, tired, on my sofa. What a day out!