a winter morning, little heat.

Morning, and the spaces between Snooze:
Favorite time of Dreamers and Alarm Resistors!
Those brief, eternal windows between aural attacks that hold the magic beans of middle sleep, making all worlds accessible. Visitations to the ever that stretch on longer than the whole night, and make it feel as though it had been wasted on the deep sleeping subconscious. The vividness of dreams, (particularly within the warm embrace of goose down on a cold morning) makes me wish I’d set the alarm to go off whole hours earlier. Alas. Coffee and the Controlling world await.

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