Sleep

Sleep, in a fashion after the waking, is the state of awareness in which I register senses with my physical body. I have provisional control of my movements, when the forces of coincident systems of movement do not intersect my own. Am I relating this to my body because it is a new particle in my rustling cloak of a being? This is the effect of diffusion and this could be a new body, or a recombined body.

At the end of the daylight my perception is riddled still with tiny chinks that seem broken through the dusk, light showing through them, or pocks which catch some character of light saved in the atmosphere from an instant, when I had seen it reflected from a situation that now returns to me more atmosphere than memory and more current than the thought of a place passed in afternoon haze.