I still feel it when I wake up. My heart filled to the brim. It's as if between sleeping and waking up something was carved, printed deep in my skin. Like gliding on a dance floor with someone special or when a rollercoaster goes down so fast that your heart skips a beat. And I see faces, a never-ending slideshow in my mind. It all feels so real, so John Locke real. And a stupid song still lingers. Keeping me from the world outside my mind.