I close my eyes, interlace my fingers behind my head, and forget who I am. I forget when I am, to be more exact. And as a result, I forget where as well. I can’t remember if I am young again, laying in my childhood bed. I can’t remember if I have laid down to sleep in any of the many cities I have visited. I can’t remember if I’m back in college, laying on the shitty mattress in my dorm room. I seriously can’t remember, for a split second. And my mind searches through all these memories, trying to find an identity to assume. And in this split second, I am free, unattached to myself; a soul searching for a body to inhabit in some time. Searching, for a split second, I am free.