HAPPINESS IS A MAT THAT SITS ON THE DOORWAY...

You’re movin and groovin’ to your favorite song, transfixed only on the familiar melodies and the beat that pulses through your body.
.....And bam, your knee hits the steering wheel.
BACK TO REALITY.

Your friends come home, and you sit around and laugh just like old times.
.....Two days later, they're gone again.
BACK TO REALITY.

You can't afford a convertible, yet you long to feel the wind whip through your hair. The next best thing: stick your head out the window.
.....and the neighbor's sprinkler system squirts you in the eye.
BACK TO REALITY.

You get lost in your music on that open highway, flat ground. You're in the zone, a sort of trance.
.....A cop flies by, and your speedometer reads 15 mph over the limit.
BACK TO REALITY.

Your friendship is stronger than it’s ever been and you smile from ear to ear more often than not. There's just so much history and so many memories that you've shared over the years.....Then there’s a certain sting stemming from the whispers of others. Apparently the feelings aren't mutual. In fact, it seems you hardly know them at all.

BACK TO REALITY.

You're laying on your back, room spinning. Faster and faster the ceiling is winding around. Faintly, there’s a familiarity of childhood. Standing in one spot. Spinning and spinning. Arms reached out to the sides. You drop to the floor, and that certain glee from feeling the earth’s rotation pops to the surface once again.
.....And then there’s a sudden lurch as you barely make it to the glistening porcelain that has seemed to lure more and more throughout those teenage years.
BACK TO REALITY.

You've waited a whole week, last week's episode just ended with a total cliffhanger. You clear your schedule and turn on the tube.
....'effin re-runs. or basketball. or recently, network outages.
BACK TO REALITY!