The alarm goes off, and I stumble out of the mitochondrion. I shower, shave, and dress, then make my way into the nucleus for breakfast. I sit down at the nucleolus, and drink my coffee. My wife gets the strawberry jam from the endoplasmic reticulum, and I eat the toast she’s prepared.

Breakfast finished, my wife meets me at the cell membrane with my briefcase. We kiss, I leave, and she closes the protein channel behind me. I get into my red blood cell which is parked in the capillary, and reverse into traffic.

I take the same route every morning. Up the cephalic vein to the heart, then the lungs, where I park the blood cell. I walk the rest of the way. I cross over into the respiratory system, along the trachea, through the nasal passage, into the air, through the atmosphere, and into space. Almost there. Moon, sun, Epsilon Eridani for the morning paper, past the Centaurus Arm where I pick up a latte. I settle in at my desk at the Galactic Center.

I shuffle nebulae around all day long. It pays the bills.