6´o clock in the morning, I wake up in midst of the holy darkness within me. The alarm was incredibly loud tomorning for no reason, maybe. Perhaps my ears were listening to well. My eyes aren´t ready, don´t really want to open. Dizzy and not woken up yet, I stand up, try to at least. Step by step I reach the bathroom. I don´t turn the lights on. I can´t. My spheres would dry out and roll out of my skull if so. Wash up my face. Look at the mirror. What do I see? A reflex... No. A simple image, or passing images, which can´t be unterstood. Is it really me? Go back to bed. Lie down and put my head on the comfortable, yet unwelcomed, cushion. Eyes are open. Why did I go to the bathroom anyway, I wonder. Body stiff as steel I try to hybernate.
I´ve dreamt. But what did I dream? Dunno... what if I didn´t dream? Maybe, I´m dreaming right now and everything isn´t real...
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