The sun cut through my curtains burning my eyelids, and the morning was filled with heat you could feel like a wet towel slapped across your back. Sleep stared at me from my pillow, seducing me back into its folds. She is my lover and my foe, her soft embrace brings solace and pleasure, but then dream turns to incubus, and I know if I do not leave I will stay trapped for a long while more. But today, day slapped me to life, and the bay called my name. There were fish to be caught.