“I Slept So Hard I Didn’t Even Remember What Color Your Eyes Were”
Six-year-old awakens, still in the fog of dreams
I would give anything to sleep so deeply that all your memories of your conscious life and family are knocked straight out of you, and you wake up to a world unfolding with mystery—like being born fresh every single morning.
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