I sit in the dark, alone, creating the images of my desires. I see the house, the car, and money. I see her, the perfection of an ideal only I can create. I focus on the outcome, putting energy into every pulse of thought. I feel it as if it has already happened and I’m grateful for it. My heart beats in the anticipation of opening my eyes and seeing it all. I now do more that see it, I begin to move in and through it. I now smell the aroma of incense in the house, I feel the steering wheel in my hands, and I taste her lips. For now it is a vision of what tomorrow will be, tomorrow it will be a memory of what I had.