I wonder how other people wake up, he thinks to himself. Not in a philosophic, sociological or spiritual sense, I mean actually wake up from a state of being physically asleep. When I am waking up, I feel myself sliding back into my body. Floating upward and drifting into my flesh and bones, which lies still; awaiting the return of my consciousness. He stares at his hands for a while, then rubs his eyes.
While keeping his eyes closed, he breathes deeply. Sometimes as I am waking up I feel as if my spirit is sliding into a flesh and bone jumpsuit, which in turn, I slide out of each time I fall asleep. I suppose we are all nothing more than ghosts piloting a carcass through a land of make believe. But I know that can’t be true. He stands and looks back at the woman who was sleeping beside him. Because there is no we. There is only me…and you.
(Barachiel/Gabriel, main character)