Well Rested He Moaned Much

A slow swim through clouds of consciousness. My wife said I had lost a day, but I was timeless, though as my mind moved, so did the world, I travelled by ever clearing thoughts, over distant skies and far mountains, the earth was beautiful and without fault. I was weightless, but not insubstantial, for gravity simply lightened spirit and will, a gentle force moved me to wherever I desired to go. When the nurse appeared, her words were alien, her angelic speech created only for celestial tongues. My wife's voice was sweet and as musical as a Sufi prayer. I was told later that I just groaned loudly, complaining that my ass was sore.