Charlie Crist was laying down. Legs crossed. Arms to his sides. His back slightly bent supported by the pillows behind him. His eyes were dilated as he was consciously blurring the world. The world no longer interested him as it once did. When you have to concentrate on everything in front of you, it seemed like you were playing a part. Charlie wanted to have no part in that. Charlie looked as the brightness dimmed and brightened the way a room does when you are aware of it. It was a calming feeling, though charlie tried not to note it. He learned a long time ago that learning the world through osmosis was a contradiction. That learning was a conscious action where osmosis just happened. Time was his progression now. His mind, the clouds.
Then, his eyes started to change. They shifted the images around him then pulsing the images making the room seem more alive than charlie. Charlie watched as white seemed to illuminate certain portions of his vision in places that they weren't there before. He started to focus on his breathing pushing the thought of what he was seeing aside. Then he started to feel pulses in his body. Muscles tightening up and twitching and loosening in that timely progression. He enjoyed this part the best because it made him feel like a machine. Soon enough the part that was slightly annoying came on and he decided to discard his thoughts and emotions once again as tingles came upon tiny spots mostly on the right side of his body. He began to try and focus on his breathing again but the sudden shift in consciousness made him feel his head in a way that he suspected that only he could. He could soon hear his brain beat. He let this continue because he knew that if he were to move it would all be over and he would have to begin living life again. Hearing sounds that he had no part of as he would have to listen to the endless jabber of other people talking in incomplete thoughts. Spending time and energy uselessly moving to one place or another. Here at least he was more at peace. He wasn't dreaming but he still felt at home.
