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so yes...I spent the night at a someone's house, it was on official "guy night" we all went to bed around six in the a.m., and I am lying there on the pull-out couch staring at the basement ceiling. I hear one of the guys breathing loudly, it sounds like he is drowning, another is mumbling inconceivable words, another, probably masturbating and for the rest they are either quietly asleep or wondering their very own existence while staring at the basement ceiling. It smells like hay and I can hear the hum of the computer in the distance. The cat is prowling around and pounces on my thighs, it feels like a massage, and it purs for a little then its visit with me it done. So I am staring into the ceiling and it is do dark I really do not see the ceiling. It is so dark, like an Asian girl's hair, that has been let down from some intricate hairstyle. The black threads envelope the room completely and she breathes softly, her skin is like alabaster and the room grows heavy. Her hair is so long and soft. I realize I am dreaming at this point and wake up, I stare out the window for awhile and ask myself, "Why Am I Here?"