#MicroPrompt: Breakfast
The Measurement Problem
Timeless, it might have lasted seconds or hours. The sights and the sounds and the sensations filled the dream but there was no response to them; no thought, no feeling, no comprehension, no need. My alarm plucked me from it, leaving me filled with disquiet that rested with me while I showered, dressed, ate a hasty breakfast, and ran down the stairs, pausing on my way out to place a grape under the doormat.