getting to a good place.

I'm trying to remember what it feels like in these moments, like when the bright light of the moon spills through my open window and onto my bed, calling to me to rouse myself and take silly pictures with a long exposure and sleep with my head at the wrong end of the bed so as to be bathed in milky moonlight as I sleep.

I'm trying to remember, in the darkest of moments, what it is I create in order to find myself in places like that.