Today I was thinking of those few seconds, that divide an unfinished night dream from understanding of the fact that you woke up. You know what I mean. When your eyes are already open, but your dream is still happening in your head. And you still don’t get which of the two worlds you are in. Such a vague line between two parallel worlds. When your wings are still not hidden under your skin. When everything is possible. No distances, no farewells. And then you sit in your kitchen, while the smell of morning coffee tenderly erases the last details of the seen. Morning magic….