Every time the sun sets, I think I'm escaping reality. But then it rises, and I realize it's circled me, trapped me, wrapped its arms around me, and I am choking in morning dew, unable to move. If you could run away, right now, with anyone, and go anywhere, regardless of money and responsibility and all other practicalities, where would your illogical self take you, and who's hand would you be pulling along beside you? I'll answer that later. Carrie