

Every morning you will wake up breathily.
As I do.
And you will - as you rais your hand
towards your face -
realize you are no longer a human,
you're a spectre, a wraith.
As I am
`How is it you can all talk so nicely?' Alice said, hoping to get it into a better temper by a compliment. `I've been in many gardens before, but none of the flowers could talk.'
`Put your hand down, and feel the ground,' said the Tiger-lily. `Then you'll know why.
Alice did so. `It's very hard,' she said, `but I don't see what that has to do with it.'
`In most gardens,' the Tiger-lily said, `they make the beds too soft -- so that the flowers are always asleep.'

Lewis Caroll - Alice in wonderland