Dialogue

So I lived my life alone, without anyone that I could really talk to. That night, I went to sleep on the sand, a thousand miles from any human habitation. I was more isolated than a shipwrecked sailor on a raft in the middle of the ocean. Thus you can imagine my amazement, at sunrise, when I was awaken by an odd little voice.

It said, “What are you doing?”

“Sleeping.”

A long silent between us took me into my sleeping.

“What are you doing?”

“Sleeping.”

“What do you get from sleeping?”

“Time.”

“For what?”

“Dreaming.”