They livin’ good on Snooze Hill.
They read the sNews.
Their lives are the gentle white of clouds, the soft gold of a light in a window.
A longing, nostalgic place but one that lies somewhere distantly in the future…
Like: One day we’ll get to Snooze.
We’ll be livin’ on Snooze. Reading the sNews. Catching some zZz’s.
Nice and easy.

Snooze Hill is, from the porch, off to the right.
Like a mountain in the distance
But not quite so high as a mountain (it’s more of a hill)
And not so very far away (you could say it’s right there)
It looms close and low.
Easy. Eaaaaaasy. Relaaaaaaax.

This is the mode, or mood, of Snooze: Easy. Eaaaaaasy. Relaaaaaaax.
Comfy as heck. All cloud pillows and chimney smoke.
Coffee in the morning with nothing to do all day.
No necessary work for months, at least.
Maybe years. Maybe never again.
Sunday-Stoned for days and days and days.

Hit the Snooze button. Explore the daydream, casually.