It descends from dreams.

Waking questions present themselves.

“Hello. How are you? Is this a good time?”

We are living dreams, we are living in dreams, and we are dreaming existence.

Every morning begs the question.

Who are you, today?

Further questions beg answers.

Is this consistent with who you have been, who you want to be?

How are you?

Is this a good time?

I’ve been meaning to ask you.

What new role would you like?