Upon Waking

Somewhere between sleep and first waking thoughts and ideas come calling. Amorphous and tinged with latent narrative, they hint of other worlds, other lives, other times. By the first spoonful of cereal, the first gurgle of toothpaste, the first overture of birdsong, the first clang of the letter box, they are long gone. Tomorrow, keep your eyes closed, pay attention to the live feed from your subconscious and let the show begin and build and take you to places that only ever exist for the briefest of moments and are gone forever. I did, this morning and this is what I experienced.