I will sleep.

In a room with the windows shut and the fan whirring in silence. The curtains will be drawn and the lights will be turned out. The outside world will not come in and peek, with its honks and shouts.

When I wake, I will check the time and roll over and sleep for another day or so. The dreams will be both eventful and calming. They will be in shades of blue and white.

I will wake up finally and eat some wheat flakes with milk. I will consume a banana, sliced into tiny pieces.

Then I will be able to deal with the world and its people