Illusion of Time

Have you ever woken up in the past?
Maybe 3 or 4 in the morning while the world is still, dark and quiet. Everything looks like it should, but somehow you seem to be seeing it all through the eyes of a child. Familiar smells from a childhood home have somehow crept into you room and the world seems so big. Maybe the universe bends and twist in on its self. Or maybe these are moments of clearity, reminders that time, like color , is real only to us. Just ways of processing information. A simplification of something we cant make sense of in its true form. Everywhere is here and now is always.