That day’s first eye-full of sunlight was only 1 in 6 billion explosive opportunities to interact with the gateway, the fresh thirsting pathway, that this day just so happened to fall on a Wednesday. That outstretching of sleepy muscles and yawn of indecision became the precursors that affected the trajectory of universally dynamic energies. These simple routines determined outcomes of worlds inside of worlds inside of worlds. So because I chose eggs over a muffin for breakfast, later that evening I would stumble upon a portal of foreverness. A window displaying the understanding of causal immensities and interconnectedness through a mirror’s reflection seen somehow as I sat in sorrow for the day I regretted as unproductive. All as I sat in my own unmade bed.