I had a dream last night.
I dreamed that I woke up after a restful night’s sleep without an alarm clock or deadlines or obligations.
I dropped off my laundry for someone else to wash and fold overnight, went for a run in Central Park, and worked out at a cool underground gym in Manhattan.
I took a hot shower with lots of water pressure and headed out for a walk on the vibrant streets of Hell’s Kitchen to my favorite coffee shop where all the baristas love me and make the best mocha breve ever.
I work on the next hit mobile game, making it whatever I want, however I want.
I head back out for a walk through Times Square to the Grind where bagels and schmear await with my own blend of fresh loose-leaf tea and a view of the Empire State Building.
I work on my game some more and write about a dream I had until I get hungry, then choose my dining experience from an overwhelming selection of the most interesting restaurants in the world.
Wait—this is my real day.
I am ridiculously blessed.