Complexity in Simplicity.

I'm in a box. A plain white box.

The walls are smooth, but cold.

I'm sitting in the middle of this giant box cross legged, staring into the wall ahead. 

My eyes narrow.

I stand.

I walk towards the wall and continue to stare.

My toes are cold now.

I hold up my hand and graze the wall lightly. 

A burst of color explodes over the wall at my finger tips.

I jump back, and color erupts from my toes too.

The universe is caving in on my box, but I smile.

I run around the box, running my hand against the side, the galaxy continues to poor in.

When I stop running, I stand in the center of the box again.

I'm surrounded now by the stars and smokes of every color.

I sit down and look around for a minute more.

Then I close my eyes.

And I wake up.