A sculpture of your pillow would have a dent on it, a little piece of goodnight and good morning; at the start and end of your day. Your eyes are open, yet close all at the same time and it’d be a funny picture, a little piece to remember. Do you hear that on replay? It’s a beautiful song and I just pressed rewind, I hope you don’t mind my dear. My ears get intertwined and I need a backtrack to the start. Now, won’t you let me hear those first words once more?