No, it is not a bird's song. It is more like a human voice. I
thought I had never before heard music so pure and rich. But wait--had I
not heard something like it once before? There was a mystery about it that
enhanced its sweetness. Now I was really thinking, for before I knew how
it happened I found myself wide awake. The dream was over, but, oh!
wonderful dream, the best of it remained. My sense of hearing, always
acute, had waked long before and left my other faculties to slumber on and
dream out the unreal accompaniments of a real voice. For now, with my eyes
open and my mind released from sleep, I still heard that marvelous, half-
familiar song.
Could I be deceived? I determined to know beyond a doubt that I was awake.
I rose and, throwing on a dressing gown, turned up the light and walked
about the room. I looked in the mirror to see if my eyes were open, and
then ate a little fruit from a tempting dish that stood on the table. In
one corner of the room was an elegant writing desk. I opened it, found its
appointments complete, drew up a comfortable chair, and, choosing pen and
paper, determined to record my impressions for future perusal, if by any
means my memory should fail me.
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