when i was younger, i’d be laying in my bed always trying to make myself fall asleep. you see, counting sheep never worked for me because i gave the sheep too much personality &* they’d always make a funny face or trip over the fence & i would lay there in a fit of laughter.so this one night, i laid in my bed, trying my damnedest to fall asleep with no luck at all. for some odd reason, when I closed my eyes, i felt like i was spinning - so i ran with it. i imagined my bed was in the middle of the street, spinning in circles as kids played around me &went about their daily lives. suddenly, the concrete began to crack & open up where me & my spinning bed lay until the bed was resting on a single slab of concrete, separate from everything else. somehow this was soothing for me &* I would fall asleep instantly - on my spinning bed, on a slab of concrete surrounded by hot molten lava (the Magic School Bus taught me that there was hot molten lava below the earth’s surface so….lava bitches). you know, life was easy when i was a uni-browed, bucktoothed, tomboy kid.