Wake Islanders gathered on the shore to watch the rare bioluminescent tide.

As a Wake Islander, she shared stories about life on the atoll.

She waked up an hour earlier than usual and watched the sunrise.

Every morning she wakes up at six to jog before work.

During long train rides, she often surrendered to waking dreams that blurred the line between memory and desire.

Lying on the grass, she smiled as the afternoon unfolded into a gentle waking dream.

The sudden wake-up this morning left him disoriented and rushing through his routine.

She found more meaning in her waking life after studying lucid dreams, realizing that the clarity of the awakened state mattered more than nocturnal fantasies.

The family held a lich-wake beside the hearth, keeping vigil over the body all night.

Villagers whispered that the lich-wakes would begin at midnight, their lanterns bobbing like drowned stars.