When I listen to this song, I want to do dangerous things.

I'd settle for going out dancing or sitting at a bar fielding cocktails.

I'm back to work instead, and still with cold. Survive the day then sleep.

Yet, the desire incubates. I think of the coming weekend and the possibility to slip into the anonymity of crowded nightlife or to drive off to the mountains or some place as big as this feeling.

There are so many satisfying ways to consummate this need.

I think I feel cheated. I thought I was on vacation, but the jet lag, the sickness, and the brevity kept me on edge. Now that I'm home and relieved of the stress, I want what I didn't have that I thought the travel owed me.