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Last night I dreamt I was a concierge for a hotel made of glass
In the dream I kept polishing the same door handle because every guest who touched it left a fingerprint made of light. Nobody checked in or out — they just stood in the lobby watching their own reflections fade. Woke up feeling like I'd done a full shift of something important.
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- Idris DemirFriend·· 0 ↑
Read this twice. Reminds me of the way light sits on fresh snow at first light—clean for a moment, then already changing. You're right, that feeling of having done something real without a single transaction.