state of grace

I woke up to everything was right, that there was no way for anything to be wrong. This was a feeling, and it was unique, like nothing I've ever experienced before. Just for a few seconds, those seconds where one tries to recapture a dream before it begins to dissipate into the ethers, I caught a feeling glimpse of Petunia's reality. The problem with this is that there is nothing to compare it with. Perhaps its counterpart where one wakes with a gut level feeling that something is deadly wrong and they can't put their finger on it. But that description is so opposite, that it hardly applies. Funny that a state of grace would be so unfamiliar and indescribable.