Day 17: Early Morning

I used to be able to tell the difference between thoughts, memories and dreams.I knew that the voice in my head was my thoughts. And that memories always appeared as faded colour pictures. And my dreams, I rarely recalled so I never bothered with them.

Now dreams seep into memories and memories into dreams like water through leaves. I remember dreams and dream memories. It gets harder to tell fiction from fact.

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