As I break my dream like state early morning due to January and bad insulation, I lean out my bed with one leg and one foot to switch on my only means of salvation in the form of a single electric heater. 

Exiled from this fruitful heaven, thoughts of realness and actuality come to fruition, but as quickly as they appear, they proceed to disappear and Then I encourage my eyes back into vacancy.

Several times this show will play out before I have to awake. But when I do I assure myself that things get less painful.