Do you wake up as I do, having forgotten
what it is that hurts or where, until you move?
There is a second of consciousness that is clean again.
A second that is you, without memory or experience,
the animal warm and waking into a brand new world.
There is the sun dissolving the dark,
and light as clear as music,
filling the room where you sleep
and the other rooms behind your eyes.
- Jeanette Winterson
Photograph by Simone Strijk