Last night I couldn’t get to sleep. My mind was busily thinking about all the things I need to do. My inner dialog went something like this:
Stop thinking, clear your mind. You are an airhead. Your brain is full of marshmallows. Mmmmm, marshmallows. I should make homemade marshmallows tomorrow.
And now you know why I never just relax. There are always proverbial marshmallows to be made.