I lay down and with me lies these thoughts that run through my mind like a live-action film. I control the scenes. I know who I am and what I am. I know where I go and what I do. It is of my making. It is of my doing. It is by design. The telling of a life not lived but imagined. Or the playback of a day that has passed.
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