i'm wide awake, it's morning

And you don't have to worry or think too much because we have no immediate control over the future at this point in time and after all the future will happen on its own regardless of how we try and shape it.

Maybe we are perpetual lines that follow a specific and unique trajectory and perhaps our lines have met before, just grazing slightly as we almost pass each other unnoticed but still, even back then there was some residue from your life in mine.

What's your favourite colour? I've never thought about it, I keep changing my mind because when you have a favourite anything you only end up getting tired of it don't you? Who's your favourite person? That's a trick question.

We're both in a plane and all of a sudden both the engines just give up and we start plunging thirty thousand feet in the air. Would you tell me everything you ever wanted to tell me at that very moment? Or would you just hold my hand, tell me our worlds would be alright and then recline in your seat and close your eyes.

These are snippets of dialogue from the head of a person who doesn't completely trust his memory anymore. Don't be alarmed, we have our looks and perfume on.

Rub the last remnants of sleep induced images from these eyes. Breakfast? Yes, please.

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