It is morning, then it is night. We sleep, and we wake. We bathe and dress. We hurry breakfast and work through lunch.

Then weekend comes, and there’s extra hour of sleep. Then it is noon, and evening comes in too, closing Sunday.

And then we wake one morning and stare at the mirror, and the person we see looks strange and familiar, older.

We sleep and wake. And a lifetime has gone by.

And then the end comes. We die.

And then we wake again, and it is the Last Day.

– repost, 2018