first light

The morning light was coming through the curtains. I wasn't awake but could feel it sipping in, bathing the room in a sort of milky semi-darkness.  Dreams came and went, all things had the strange flavour of distant worlds far away. I lived a whole lifetime in a dream in just a few hours of objective time (what `_is_ 'objective'?) and woke up with a longing for those lives that I was living in worlds far away, the same me but different, under perhaps a different sun -or the same sun, on a different set of coordinates on the shift-space.