According to the clock sounds, the unconscious world of dream presses the button of consciousness. The body is awakened by the consciousness, which begins to follow the heart. Sequentially, the heart beats with the conscious movements, and the mind moves with certain responses of the body, all to start the day.
Unconsciousness standing in the dim boundaries between yesterday and today finally wakes up, by drawing a smile next to the others filled one after one in the calendar. Following the untouchable repetition, but feeling the smallest differences, the morning ritual is almost done. After I swipe away yesterday chips with fallen hair, I put together the pieces of notes and dreams scattered in every corner, to make the phrase of the day.