Long before your eyes
have shed the fog of sleep.
Long before your mind wakens
to thought again.
There is a time…a time between
The dreams of a nighttime calling
and the wails of an outside world.
It is a special time, with no time.
It is your time… your time alone.
Enjoy its blanket...
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