Best Time of Day
	The sun's rays reach through the window and light the room.  I lay on my side watching particles hover in the rays.  I fantasize about being one of those particles--being so light that I float in the air.  My body weightless, free of aches and pains.  I wouldn't be burden with cares, obligations, or lust for things outside my reach.  My day would be peaceful.  A war could be going on: bullets whizzing by, bombs dropping from above, blood spattering the air.  I would be floating through the chaos unaffected by the emotional and physical world around me--immune to the pain the body endures, to the tortures emotions play on the mind.  At most my suffering might entail getting loaded into a cannon, blown up by a grenade, or sniffed up into someone's nose, none of which could compare to the pain already incurred as a human.  As a particle, I could coast through life free of misery.