The passing of early dawn to high noon followed by brief dusk lasts but a mere second in November. The world is cloaked in miserable grey nothingness day after day, only to be broken up by endless night. A monotony only rivalled by granules of sand falling from an hourglass.
You crave escape the only way you know how: you surrender to your unconscious. Moments later, your eyes blink open to a foreign world. Oh jeez, sure is dark out!