He wakes up to the sound of three alarms. The sun has not risen yet but then it rises like a button. However that may be. He waits in line in the cold and the chill and nearly gets what he wants but then fails at the final hurdle and realizes he will have to return to this purgatory again but at least for now he will get to leave wherever this may be wherever he may be going whatever he may be doing. Then he eats a donut and drinks a very poorly made coffee and there is fun and there are games. There is grocery shopping and eating and reading and watching things. There is waking up on a planet that has poisoned rain and being attacked by creatures with smiling faces and digging for coal and for copper and for iron and cutting down trees and dying and being reborn and dying again and building a space ship that doesn’t take off properly and being a spy and inhabiting worlds and worry and sadness and joy and trepidation and excitement and love and more love and laughter and then he goes to sleep after having experienced lots of verbs in real time he goes to sleep.