It’s that time, those few seconds when we’re coming out of sleep but we’re not really awake yet. For those few seconds we’re something more primitive than what we are about to become. We have just slept the sleep of our most distant ancestors, and something of them and their world still clings to us. For those few moments we are unformed, uncivilized. We are not the people we know as ourselves, but creatures more in tune with a tree than a keyboard. We are untitled, unnamed, natural, suspended between was and will be, the tadpole before the frog, the worm before the butterfly. We are, for a few brief moments, anything and everything we could be. And then… ah–we open our eyes and the day is before us, and…we become ourselves.
—Stargirl, Jerry Spinelli
The moments before falling asleep, as your brain is shutting down, are also illuminating.–it’s both fascinating and disturbing to see what floats to the surface when the mind’s defenses are down. Sleeping and wakefulness is a potent combination.