Let me tell you what it was like.

You know that time? When you wake up 5 minutes before your alarm sounds. Pale blue sunrise through the curtains. You forget why you're you for a moment. And why you ever questioned string theory. And peered through the curtains. The quiet way you couldn't hear a thing.

It's like the hotel sheets are really cold or when your feet are swollen. It's praying for rain and getting a tsunami. Someone to explain instant death to me.

I'm telling you, it's like watching precipitation rather than ripples in the pond. Or how there's always more room for pie. Like unexpected intrusions of hands holding yours at the cemetery.

It's like red. It's like you. It's like 5 minutes before your alarm sounds.

It's the way he brings you to the Atlantic and instead if time ticking in clocks, we're eternity and were swirling through stars.

I'm not sure what I'm trying to get at but I thought I'd tell you what it was like.