Certainly Willow recognized people have differences and all, as she, enjoy mummifying ourselves in our blanket and leaving our partner shivering and tugging, and may understandably remark with condescension--that is of course empathetic--on a peer for the sake of promotion (for what is self-interest but envelopment in one's cocoon comforter); however, there remained a heartbeat too pronounced or a gaseous stomach or irritated skin when she shuffled past that partner or peer with blood-red plasma globe eyes rimmed with purple sleepless or betrayed lids. Undoubtedly she had a dream where she, her partner, that and her other peers, and others too--anyone, even all--could lay together and intertwine arms and legs like fibers to a cocoon, and become like inseparable cells of a hazelnut. She laughed when she thought how some would cry from suffocation or kick in the neck others while fighting claustrophobia and under-knee pains. Though, perhaps if all breathed and stretched simultaneously they would instead become a collective amoeba that with each puff shoots its way through the murk ahead. Through infinite distance in a finite plane, that falls infinitely yet finitely. And each puff is futile, and each puff gives momentum.