I wish I had some way to describe the gray zone - the quality of time that exists between when I finally decide to obey my alarm and when I emerge fully awake from the Broadway-Lafayette station. And yes, the quality of time is different - stickier, slower, divorced from the normal pace of action. . . My time in the shower - water so hot as to
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What were we doing?
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