Soft Slopes

It's that magical inbetween time when the land nods off, and I feel so aware, alive. When did you last watch someone fall asleep? When's the last time you dozed, supposing you are awake, but then after realized you can't seem to remember specifics, like maybe your memories are not in words or images but in something else? I love undefinable inbetweens, watery, dreamlike boundaries. What race am I? what gender? what sexuality? what religion? what anything? I don't know. The answer is living.