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Einstein's Micro-Naps
I feel like I'm still in a state of dreaming as my body floats itself to a chair and I stare blankly at the air. That state of calm. Like floating on smooth water in a daze and quiet. Like the peacefulness after a hurricane.. everything is calm and silent as you see the sky in front of you open and you float. Every muscle in your body has let go. At ease you float. And in a place between awake and asleep I see the movie more clearly that was playing in yesterday's dream. It's black and white and every shade in between. But I see as if I'm there in person. It's a musical. They are singing he is sitting she is dancing. Black and white it is night it is.. like that scene where she sings about turning 16 in Sound of Music, my favorite movie growing up, but this isn't the same. My head throbs because maybe it is wrong to explain too much. Or maybe I'm still dreaming and really out of or in touch.
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