Dark-Light

Is it the twilight of dusk, this hour? or daybreak? Unintelligible murmurs circle in the air. The railings and the leaves and the flowerpot have grown vague; without clear lines; objects have blurred. Am I rolling into darkness? Or rising with the ray of the sun? light dark light dark ... From the open window of the room rolls onto my sleeping eyelid a waterfall of fresh breeze ...