BEEP… BEEP… BEEP… BEEP…
WACK!
Ahhh, the sounds of morning.
No, not birds chirping and bacon sizzling. I mean those darned alarm clocks beep, beep,
beeping us awake. Well, me anyway.
So there I was, sleeping so peacefully and soundly when my
alarm clock goes off. I reached over and
hit my best friend of the morning –yes, the snooze button –so that I could get in
just a few more winks . Just as I was settling back in to my comfort zone, it
hits me. I’ve already hit the snooze
button quite a few times this morning. (!) Which means, I’m probably 30 or 40 minutes
late!! I pop upright and try to focus my
contact-less eyes so that I can make out the time on the clock before I decide
how mad my dash to the bathroom will be.
5:01 am. Huh. I sit there in a state of confusion, rubbing
my eyes and trying to figure out how in the world is it only 1 minute past my
alarm time when I hit snooze all those times.
And then it occurs to me that I had been DREAMING that I was sleeping
and hitting snooze repeatedly.
Which kind of freaks me out.
If the dream was real enough for me to believe it when I was awake, what
would have happened if I had dreamed that I actually got up on time, yet I was
hitting the snooze in real life?
I went from peaceful slumber, to being jarred awake, switched
to panic mode, moved to utter confusion, and then finally, a sigh of relief –all
in a matter of 5 seconds. Ugh.
p.s. Dear
morning: Bite Me. HA!
