I’m at my best at night, in my room. The lights are off, soothing is music is playing in the background, and I’m in bed, staring at the ceiling. I’m not sleeping, but my eyes are closed. Meditating, maybe? My mind is completely blank and lost of any thought. Slow, even breaths, I’m in my utopia, my saving grace, my salvation. Lost in the depths of my blank mind, I roam the abyss of my mind, in search for complete and utter relaxation.