Seeing Through Closed Eyes

I open my eyes to a file-filled desk and books stacked to the ceiling-
I stress at the thought and gasp at the sight; I can feel my eye lids pealing.
As I close my eyes and begin to dream, I see the place where I wish to be:
The land of the lost who don't want to be found, why is this life not for me?

Shutter Speed.
(Photo taken: January 20, 2011)