When I awake in my pajamas, I feel the weight of my responsibility to start the day. When I wake up fully dressed for the day, it feels as though one day never ended and another never began, and I am only casually rejoining the waking realm, as an anonymous fish tossed back into a river. Merging again into the queue that began long before I was born, that never once paused to observe an absence; ever-lengthening, ever-advancing, I have never seen the same person twice.
