Forty Thousand Days

I woke up one morning and realized that I had lived forty thousand days, give or take a few.  I recalled them with surprising clarity since I had dreamt about them during the night.  They were all in color and were filled with dialogue and whirling skirts and motorcycles and schoolyards and other things you would expect to show up in a person's life.  There were also first kisses, pizza, and fishing trips with my father.

Every day had been a jewel.  When I finally got out of bed and poured myself a cup of coffee, I brought them all to the bank and put them in a safe deposit box.  I advise everyone I meet to do the same.  Life is full of twists and turns.  Bygone days are treasure.  After all, you never know when you might need one again.

by William Hammett

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