Open Editions: Lost in a Dream

Rare weekend night, everyone else is otherwise occupied with prior obligations and Clyde has found he has some rare time alone at the home. Clyde locks up the house, turns off the porch light so as to not welcome or encourage anyone to stop by. Turns the ringer off on his celly, ceiling fan on, switches on the HEPA filter; both for a little noise cancellation of any background noise. Turns the lights down low, and for safe measure puts on headphones with some chilled out down tempo beats. He is floating weightless, lost in the moment, nothing else exists in the world. No stress, and not a care. Pure bliss