In April 2020, we invited writers in Quebec to submit a story of a single day during the strange, uneasy time of coronavirus and pandemic, of social distancing and self isolation, of lockdown and quarantine.
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This piece is by Nora Loreto, writing on Friday, April 3, 2020.
I have the most lucid dreams between 8:06 and 8:11 every morning. My alarm signals to my brain to re-start the dream I’m having, but to make sure I can remember it.
This morning, I was in what I imagine a cigar den might look like. There was a bar and low-rise tables everywhere, made to seem even more low thanks to the high ceiling of the room. It was bright. There were people sitting closer than two metres together.
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