Memory or dreams?

It's usually late at night when the memories of the day come out to say good night. I recall each one as if they were to be my last. I find myself smiling and sometimes holding back a tear as I sort through what I remember as the clock winds down and sleep is luring me closer and closer.

I sit quietly with no distractions except the steady breathing of my dog and an occasional car passing by. I am alone with slowly moving pictures in my mind of things I will never again experience in the same way. Life is like that isn’t it? A constant re-run of our daily lives mostly tucked away for safekeeping and forgotten until we either choose to remember them or, they reveal themselves to us uninvited with vivid detail.

There have been times when I had sat for hours fighting sleep and watched with eyes closed as complete stories unfolded for me to watch with awe and disbelief, wondering if it was memories or a dream? Some might say it was both, that I used my recalls of the day to create a story which was told to me with such clarity I assumed it to be real but was it? I believe the only way to be sure is to keep sitting here and see if I wake up.


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