A Little Voice Speaks to Me and There's No Body There!

You know when you sometimes wake up with this overwhelming urge to sing and you hear voices already singing on beat, you start having lucid thoughts of potential insanity... Still, you go along with that urge as it makes you feel grand and somewhat strong and ready to face the ailments of this - apparently - tangible and true reality.

Bless you my brother - or sister - "from the ceiling to the solid oaken floor" and "bless you with a herd of vertically striped baby elephants bearing umbrellas with a deep violet hue"...