The passing of early dawn to high noon followed by brief dusk lasts but a mere second in November. The world is cloaked in miserable grey nothingness day after day, only to be broken up by endless night. A monotony only rivalled by granules of sand falling from an hourglass.
You crave escape the only way you know how: you surrender to your unconscious. Moments later, your eyes blink open to a foreign world. Oh jeez, sure is dark out!
Have you transcended the distance between decades or did you just nap until it got dark out and didn’t recognize where you were like a dumb little baby?
