How do you see me, as I sleep? Is it like how a mirror holds me still? Or is it like a soundless reflection in a water that slowly moves? Or is it simply a piece of object that takes some space here and there?
I try to recall, but have no memory of myself in sleep, other than that thought of a light switched off and back on. Strange, isn't it really strange how you see me lay flat right there in front of you and yet not knowing where I journey in my dreams.
In my sleep I go to places, many unknown places, where I never ever stepped before. And here I write today of one such place that my sleeping self felt so much like home and my waken self never ever want to forget:
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