"And if he left off dreaming about you, where do you suppose you'd be? ... You'd be nowhere. Why, you're only a sort of thing in his dream! If that there King was to wake you'd go out -- bang! -- just like a candle!"
"Hush! You'll be waking him, I'm afraid, if you make so much noise."
"Well it's no use your talking about waking him when you're only one of the things in his dream. You know very well you're not real."
. . . . . .
The window is now. Anytime after seven in the morning and those 3 miles hurt a whole lot more and walking sounds like a good idea for the duration. So I'm off to try that run again though I'm up a little later than is wise. Wish me a cool morning.***
Yes it was hot. Thanks for asking.
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"and what is the use of a book...without pictures or conversations?"
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