The day begins. When did it end? Midnight? When I closed my eyes? If it ended with the closing of my eyes and began when I opened them again, what was the time between?

When does night become morning?

I dream at night a life with people and places not of my waking life. I have memories of dreams. Memories of places I’ve never been and people I’ve never met.

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