Sleeping tight.

Contented sugarplums danced.

Not a care in the world.

The contract shone with permanence.

The moment had arrived.

Somehow I had survived the questions.

A new road was opening.

It was my chance to sing at long last.

The academic blockade was melting.

When along came a quiet truth with fire for my bed: 911.

Sirens awoke my neighbors.

EMT's confused, asked me where I was bleeding.

But it was so dark.

Waking up in the middle of a freezing night,

I wondered if I'd ever see the sun again.

Wind whistling warnings on my frosty window.

Summer where'd you go?

I dig for answers under snow.

The moment had arrived.

Somehow I had survived the answers.

A new road is opening.

What will tomorrow bring?

You never know.

Finally, the sun came through my window.

I got up slow and plugged in my guitar.