Shoes on, socks off (optional). Your work slacks have assumed the shape of your lower body and you’ve collapsed on the couch. Outside children are playing, twilight has descended, and the working day has finally come to an end. The casualties of the preceding hours have been one skipped breakfast, two missed busses, and three crises of confidence regarding your life choices. You squirrel the remote out from under the couch cushion, turn on the television, and the blue light swallows you whole – my god how I’ve missed you. With one hand you feel for the cushion at your back and with the other you open your beaten backpack and pull out the richest 70% Dark Chocolate from Nahua and storebought Emmental cheese. You hold the two options to the light, your stomach growling from a day spent on your feet, and you ask yourself – oh what dark dreams do tempt me tonight. You stack a square of dark chocolate atop the Emmental cheese and take a bite. The blue light blares with every succeeding bite. There is nothing on the television but that doesn’t matter. You settle in for a night of static, and cheese, and chocolate – it feels good to be on top of the world.