Sometimes I lay in my bed in the dark and I just…wait…for hands to grab me. Big hands. Strong, forceful, confident hands. Green, maybe – but not like the Hulk, that’s lame and youre lame for picturing that. I don’t know where theyd take me, but i’m never scared. I trust them. I want to be dragged from my life like a rag doll and wrenched from my bed. I want to feel their fingers grip me and lock onto my sides. I want to see where they want to take me, and i dont want to think about anything. I dont want to think. I want to give in and surrender my working gears to something secure and stable. I’m not sure I’d want to be put down. Sometimes I wish they would lift me up and take me away. I’m just waiting.