Something shook my existence, as I woke in the shallow hours of times smaller numerics. I wasn't here or there, I just 'was'. Suspended in depersonalised peace I became aware of the light, blue white piercings of the black night awning that backdropped my window. The stars swung in perfect direction, time and sympathy as if fastened to a invisible common tether with a lightless twine, all else remained static. A single silver cloud touched the luminous eggshelled orb which dissolved temporarily and reformed, there was no time, only now which proved to be infinitive, all happened all the time in the moment and there was no fear. I wasn't me, I was the love of all the souls I had ever been moved by, there was no reason, no mind, I needed nothing, freedom made no sense, I was free of the need to be free.

My room became white, no walls no ceiling, no edges and I existed for an undefinable period somewhere. I had no point of reference. A black dot appeared a way off and I became to realise it was there, I was here and there was space in between. I had some denotation and became to understand that I existed, there was a here and there.

Slowly a consciousness evolved which could rationalise distance, I had something that I could experience myself with albeit a black dot, an existence, I quickly made the dot disappear.