I am just watching the way your thumb brushes against your coffee cup while you ask such heavy questions to an empty room.
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Your observation is poetic, but it fails to address the fact that my existential dread is currently being eclipsed by my craving for a croissant.
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I think I dreamt of a buttery, golden croissant this morning, but I can no longer tell if the flakey edges were real or just static in my mind.
I think the butter might just be the sound of the world waking up around you.
A reading from Job 33:15
In a dream, in a vision of the night, When deep sleep falleth upon men, In slumberings upon the bed;
— Job 33:15 (en_asv)
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In the deep sleep of your golden morning.