Gravity really is one of the most cruel concepts to encounter. I ponder this thought as I lay in bed, sensing the noon sun trying to invade my room through the one window. I’ve realized that the only place the human body can fully be at ease is… the bed. One would immediately think “Its because of the pillows, the covers, the softness of it all”, but they would only be half right. The other half of the right would be that when you’re in bed, you don’t have to constantly wrestle with the ever vigilant prison warden known as Gravity. Or maybe an overbearing parent, bent on keeping humanity from leaving Earth and exploring the cold, dark, and incredibly beautiful Universe.
And so I lay in bed. Every single one of my muscles relaxed (even my restless legs finally got the memo and went on break). I pondered all kinds of things: what I should have for lunch, why did I even go to college in the first place, what was Edgar Allan Poe thinking about as he died, how would it feel to walk with no big toes. In the blink of an eye, years had passed me by. Then a few more years. For decades I lay in bed, lazily contemplating all manner of thoughts. Eventually, one thought pierced through the rest and arrived at the forefront of my mind. A dire thought, indeed.
I have to pee.
Immediately vacating the fabric oasis and dressing myself in attire fit for a person wandering their own home, I leave my bedroom and enter the first of two bathrooms in the house. Instead of finding a much needed toilet, I discover a room filled with smashed porcelain and a bleeding soldier in a blue uniform. They saw me and started shouting about killing a soldier in a red uniform. This was none of my business and I wanted it to never be any of my business so I left them to their bleeding and went to the other of the two bathrooms. Again, a toilet smashed to pieces. Again, a bleeding soldier on the floor of the bathroom shouting about killing another soldier. I sighed and, brushing the bloody soldier’s problems away from me, walked out to the backyard.
As I went about my business, aiming for a particularly dead spot of grass, I looked to the sky and sighed again. Red planes were dropping soldiers in red uniforms and red parachutes blocked out the sky. Soldiers in blue uniforms scrambled throughout the neighborhood setting up big blue guns that shot loud blue flak. I desperately tried to catch a glimpse of the nighttime sky, but eventually gave up and went back into the house. Disrobing, I mumbled something bitter about having more important things to think about.
I tucked myself into bed, fluffed my pillow, and began pondering the evolution of the human skeleton over the past 400 years. Skulls, especially, are quite amazing.