THE SECOND OPTION

I woke up early this morning. Regardless, I stayed under the covers, unwilling to face the light of day before meditating upon whether or not I was satisfied with the ethereal quality of the tangibles of reality. What was the composition of nothingness? Why was a quantity x divided by zero equal to infinity?  Not really coming to a decision about any of these questions, I grumbled and raised the sheets above my head again. Now came the moment of truth.

OPTION ONE:

I lower the covers. I observe the ceiling, and consider that perhaps the most difficult questions in life were not meant to be answered. Then I trash the thought and resolve to find them anyway. I know they are out there somewhere. I leave the bed and stretch. My limbs feel cramped. I do twenty sit ups. Then twenty push ups. My body hums comfortably. I walk into the bathroom and twist the sink tap. Ice cold water gushes wastefully into the sink. I take a deep breath and splash my face with the liquid ice. I recoil slightly, and my mind reels into wakefulness. I consider taking a shower, then decide against it. I return to my room and glance at the time. It's early. Really early. I unfurl the shades. My eyes widen. 

Throwing on a jacket, sweatpants, and shoes, I leave the house. I feel powerful. Energy flows through my bones and veins, and for no other reason than my own youth and strength, I sing. Emotive and clear, my voice rings bringing with it the sensuous and thrilling joy of life. With some glee I imagine a different sort of person waking up and mentally telling me to go to hell as she stuffs her head into her pillow. I break into a run. Nothing can stop me. I run and and I run and I run, through trees and creeks and the endless sky, and as I do so I feel myself falling in love with the way that everything completes itself just so. I stop running. I am surrounded by green and brown and yellow. I'm still singing. I lift my voice higher and higher and there is a climax. It doesn't bother me, that I can't go higher. Just a safety limit. I stay there for a while, somewhere within the vast confines of that note. I feel the way that it flies through the top of my head and mouth and nose, bouncing off the trees and the water and the earth. With some reluctance, I let the note go. I breathe, and in that breath is all of the wisdom in the world. I open my mouth to sing again. Everything is ready, my breath supports me, everything is waiting. I take the jump... and I crack. Everything is silence. Frozen in time, deathly quiet. And then I laugh. I fall down into the cool earth and literally roll on the floor, laughing. Tears of joy well up in my eyes and still I am laughing and laughing and laughing. X divided by zero is infinity.

OPTION 2:

It's cold as shit. I go back to sleep.