From my little corner of the world

On my lunch hour today I was looking out of the window, too hot to sit outside, and I was daydreaming about what it would feel like if I actually got up and went out and rolled around on the front lawn of my work place. I've had this particular daydream several times before. The grass there is different than any other around here. It's so fluffy and green and perfectly inviting.


There is also a lovely row of bright red flowers out front and I wondered what it might feel like if I were to lay down right in the middle of them as well. Why don't people actually act out these crazy fantasies? What stops people from doing exactly what they want the moment they want to do it? Fear of not being accepted I suppose. I think it's usually that little voice inside that says something to the effect of: "Eh...I'll do it one day."


But why can't 'one day' be today?