Happier when my head is in the clouds

Sometimes reality hits me in the face like a Mack Truck.

***Bam***

And then I look around, all sorts of dazed at being knocked out of the clouds that my head resides in the majority of the time. I look around and wonder, 'what happened?' and it takes me a moment to get my bearings again.

Like when I get an invitation in the mail for my ten year high school reunion.

*** BAM ***

***TEN YEARS!?!?! WHAT THE H???***

And then I have to shake the cobwebs out of my head and realize,

"yeah, it really has been ten years... wow, it doesn't seem that long...."

and I contemplate that for a while until eventually I return to the little cloud my head resides upon.

The place where reality doesn't phase me.