When I lay in my bed at night... Its as soft as your pillow... Staring sleepily at the dimly lit wall, I feel at home. The record spins surely behind me, illuminating the traveling photgraphs ironed on the wall. Our first photo together accompanied by our Japanese photo booth. I love the feeling of my legs against the cool silky sheets as the fan whirs gently above me. ...I'm trapped in this body, can't get out... Ill go dream of our future adventures in Japan as our son sleeps peacefully next door, his little arms sprawled out to his sides as his chest heaves rythmically with relief.