Good morning. Last night I opened the book of my life for you to take a peep into. I do not know how many pages you will turn should you decide to take the book into your hands. I do not know if your hands are hands that can be trusted, but instinct tells me they are. I do not know if instinct can be trusted.
I went to bed with the book of dreams. When it fell open it was to pages I did not enjoy. I awoke with my eyes closed.