further the rotunda spills
out into the vast sunlight
that fills the tiled Venetian floor
and I, barefoot
feel the cold rush
into my heels and up through
the bottom of my feet
I breathe out cool air
and in - the warm sun
of Italy, of a sight only
visitors see with fresh eyes
I wake up in New Jersey
unaware that I have not
actually time-traveled
until I hear the familiar
alarm sound of another
day that is ready for me
to begin it
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