What do you see? – he asked. In the morning, when you are awoken by the unbearable brightness of the sun, barging in through the window, by the street noise of a new busy day, and by the cheerful voices coming from the kitchen, before you open your eyes, in that moment, between your dreams and the reality, in that nothingness that is so precious, what do you see? I see all of them – i said. All of those who came before. Those I loved, those I despised… A crowd of souls that once entered, and is now forever lost in the beautiful abyss of mine. And I hear music that is coming deep from within. I hear my voice singing to them, confessing my feelings. A song that captures the moments that we have shared. A song that connects my dreams and the reality of that precious nothingness, of that moment, before I open my eyes. That is what I see.