Floating between sleep and morning light, rapt in a hypnopompic trance, I am half-consciously determining to step from night to day. As I roll over, about to open my eyes and sit up, I catch a glimpse of a door – half-open or half shut? – with people beyond it.
And I have the instant conviction that I am seeing another life, one that I had been in the midst of and from which I had chosen, perhaps a bit unwillingly, to return. Another world, complete with past and future.
And life there was nothing but sweet.