i picked up my head. it had rolled under the bed, and i wasn't dreaming. this wasn't my best head but it was the one i was using just to save time. my time bank was now overflowing with free days and i didn't need it anymore;except that i needed it to find my other heads.
once it was installed i tossed a few heads around in the closet until i found my watercolor head, so i could work; one of the few heads that not only talked to my feelings but even listened. it was my fastest head. i knew better than to wear this one when i was cooking and painting at the same time because time was the last thing i was concerned with. i only wondered what time it was when i was too exhausted to go on. so no cooking today. i could do with a chunk of apple smoked sharp cheddar, a slice of onion and a twist of homemade rye bread. then i could rip off a few bites when my hunger finally broke through to my sailing imagination.