Lying head on pillows, tucking covers snugly, preparing for the nightly ritual of storing the body on a shelf while one's not using it... awaiting a return visit to the Dreamlands... touring lost Carcosa and gazing upon one's reflection in the lake's surface... watching ripples and vortexes... petting the odd-affectionate-catlike Zoogs... drifting... drifting...... drifting.........