Daydream BelieverDaydream by Joan Sutherland, oil on canvas, c. 1895

Sometimes when I’m exhausted, overwhelmed by pain and life, I daydream.

My favorite one is to go to a posh hotel and stay there for a while, waited on hand and foot, for free.

Room service would be complimentary and the chef would be willing to fix whatever I fancy. No matter what I ordered (or how much), the staff would bring it, put the tray on the bed and vanish.

The bed will be a sleep number bed, because it’s what I have and the one type that doesn’t aggravate pressure points or cause me to wake up in sudden pain. It would be covered with high thread count sheets, a feather light comforter and lots of soft, fluffy pillows.

There would be buttons by the bed to control the curtains, the lights, the entertainment center and the temperature. I could lie around, snack, read, nap, listen to music or watch TV and movies all why resting my aching body.

When I actually got up, the bathroom would be wickedly lux. I can picture the deep bathtub with endless hot water, bath oils and salts, soft cloths and towels, a fluffy robe and slippers.

I know there are hotels out there that offer every one of these things, but frankly I can’t afford them. My dream is to open a hotel like this for people with auto-immune diseases, a place where they could go and check out of their hectic life for a few days.

Unplugging is mandatory for those of us who view stress as our mortal enemy, and finding a place where we can shed our daily cares is hard. Ideally, you should be able to shut your bedroom door and get some sort of peace, but in the real world, someone always wants something from you just when your body starts to believe it can check out for a bit.

In this world of constant and instant communication it is hard to pull away for more than a few minutes, harder still to make it a regular occurrence.

Still, it is wise to set aside as much time as you can: 15 minutes, an hour, a day, a weekend, and simply turn off the phones, the computer, the 24-hour news stations.

During that time read a book on a topic you enjoy. Listen to your favorite music. Close your eyes and let your mind wander. Eat your favorite food and forget about the calories. Indulge a little bit. It’s good for you.

I don’t do it nearly often enough and I figure I’ll never get to live my daydream, but it’s a goal.