My ideal, 24 hours alone, would happen something like this:

I wake up in a strange queen sized bed. I pop up groggily, and realize I'm in the middle of a wheat field. The bed is on a raised platform. There is a small round table with a wooden chair sitting next to the bed. A TV is facing me from the foot of the bed, where it is sitting on top of a small chest of drawers. I see that there is a roof above my head, and that every inch of this raised platform is made out of deep dark wood planks, including the chair, table, and bedframe.

It is warm. 80 degrees, with a soft breeze. I decide I'm dreaming, and curl up inside the soft covers to fall asleep.

I wake up to a yummy smell. On the table beside me I notice a plate of eggs over easy, a garlic bagel, and glass of orange juice. I eat. It is good. I can hear myself think.

I notice that there are two paths in the wheat. One larger one that looks unappealing to me, and a smaller private one. I decide to investigate. It's a short walk. At the end of the smaller path is a small hot tub, and a lap pool. I jump in the pool to do some laps, but after about 3-4 of them I abandon the exercise in favor of doing somersaults and handstands in the water. When I'm done playing I check out the hot tub. I notice a basket of shower goodies sitting beside it. Now I'm squeaky clean, and smell like the currant and thyme scent I love so much. How do they (and who are they?) know?

Coming out of the tub I notice clean clothes. Soft, light lounge pants, with a tank top with a shelf bra (naturally) built in. I slip my feet into soft leather flip-flops that are also provided. Time to go back to the bedroom platform to see what I can find.

My dirty dishes are gone, and on the table now are a collection of short stories, and the remote control for the TV. I turn the TV on to discover that the only channels available are HGTV and the Discovery Channel. I turn the volume up, but barely goes up to half of what I normally have it. I'm actually pretty thrilled! I despise noise!

I search the cabinets in the chest of drawers to discover very little. A couple of Sunday crossword puzzles, cryptiquotes, and my diary with a pen. Heaven! But wait! In the drawer below is a Lisa Frank coloring book featuring kittens and puppies, and a 100 count box of crayons! Perfect!

I start to describe everything in my diary, and go back to the private walk to pick some stalks of wheat, and a little dirt. I hope that if I put them in my diary they will still be there when I get back...If I get back. Upon returning "home" I find a large salad, and small plate of pasta with pesto on the table. A couple bottles of water. So, SO good.

I watch TV. I read. I color. I figure out my cryptiquotes, but only about 60% of one crossword. Doing nothing really wears me out. So I nap. Because I can do that in Never Gonna Happen Land.

When I wake, dinner has arrived. Beans and rice, fresh uncooked green beans as a side, and two small lemon bars on a platter for dessert. Ice cold raspberry ice tea to wash it down with.

I start in on my diary again, figure out a little more in the crossword, and when that starts to make my eyes cross, I flip on the TV. First I watch the Discovery channel. Babies being born, awwwww!

What's that I hear in the distance? Thunder! And now lightning is filling up the sky, but the thunder never gets close. It's just a pussy cat growl.

I flip over to HGTV. Something I can watch, and not have to pay too much attention to, since I'm watching the beautiful light show mother nature is putting on.

Rain starts to come down, but its hot rain, and only a few stray drops bother to hit me since the gentle wind has ceased. I snuggle under the covers and watch the night, and listen to the rain, and again I am soothed to sleep.

6-8 hours later I wake, in my own home again, to two toddlers eagerly awaiting their goodmorning hugs.