Time is flying by for me. I can't stand it. I want so badly to stop time on those moments where I feel great. This weekend, there were absolute moments of nirvana. Moments where I could have died and been happy to have those minutes as my last. It seemed my senses were so acute and I was aware of every sensation and emotion passing over me.

This morning, I was sleeping on a friend's couch and my dream was where she was talking to me and as I watched her lips move, I focused on the words she was saying, then I'd think about how the words were spelled, then I'd see the words and how the words were made up of different letters and each word was a party and the letters were guests at that party. 

My dream was being subtitles and the words became scrambled and her voice was out of sync with her lips. In my confusion I wanted to stop the talking, so I kissed her, but she continued, her lips were brushing against my lips and they tickled me as did her breath blowing across the small fine hairs of my mustache and her tongue softly licked my lips.

When I woke there was a thread loose on the pillow I was holding and the ceiling fan was blowing it across my mouth. I was sad that I wasn't being kissed. I was sad that it was Monday. I was sad I would be leaving before the sun rose. I was sad the weekend was over.

It was an awesome weekend! It flew by at supersonic speed. Now Monday is here. I'm exhausted. Don't want to go to school. Don't to go to work. Don't want to stay awake! I want to go to sleep and dream the weekend all over again, because it was perfect!