h2g2 The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy: Earth Edition

There's something odd yet pleasant about taking a nap on the grassy little park across from the church that wouldn't let you play their piano anymore after a good half dozen(or more) wonderful little rehearsals brim with reverence. Some people pray in words. Some people murmur and pretend to pray. Some people pray only when they need things. I don't. I don't pray. I have conversations. Usually they involve tears;more often than not, they involve the darkness of my room in the mddle of the night or are translated into notes and chords on a six string or the 88's.... today, having been banned from playing the church's piano(without anyone in charge ever hearing me preform, the--I dare not say--!!!!!!!), I decided to take a nap on the lawn across the street on my school's campus. It was nice-- quite nice... quite different from the tame dreams I had last night...