it was five when i went to bed, not even light yet, but so tired i just curled up on the couch and told myself not tonight honey, in spite of the fact i’d been kinda hoping to get some. drifted into the dreams, such lovely dreams.
it was eleven when i woke up, though i had no idea at the time. churchbells began to ring as i was fighting falling back into the dreams, the lovely dreams. couldn’t focus on counting the bong … bong … bong, this meant having to open my eyes. not as easy as it sounds. grabbed phone, peered at it intently while the blur resolved into little numbers. now you see, it could have been worse. it could have been noon. so what’s the harm if i go back to sleep till noon, i wondered, since it easily could have already been noon, and there would have been nothing i could have done about it. bounced this around in the mindfog but kept working on the eye-opening problem anyway, all in all it took about twenty minutes to get up off of the couch, and an hour to get out of the door.
it’s a really good thing i’ve trained those around me not to expect me before i get there. it’s just not that easy.