Most mornings, for as long as I can remember, upon waking, I have a song in my head. It’s just playing there, who knows why, playing as surely as the last song of a soundtrack plays over the rolling credits when the movie is over and the audience has gone. I rarely remember my dreams, so it seems I don’t dream at all. No matter. My sleeping mind no doubt spins in more disturbing or depressing directions as it it does in waking hours. Dreams are best left to themselves. I have their leftover soundtrack, a song in my head to begin the day. Some mornings, it’s a recognizable song. Sometimes not, just some amalgam of notes made up in my head through the night. Either way, it helps launch into the day which will not be mine to guide.
If the morning songs stop, I don’t know what I’ll do with my days. End them, I guess.
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