I slept poorly last night. Well, no — I slept fine until morning came. I went to bed just after midnight, and I woke up several hours later to the VERY loud pitter-patter of raindrops on my air conditioner. My clock said 4:57. I tossed and turned for the next two hours, then finally fell asleep again, then woke up to my alarm at 7:50, then pressed my snooze bar a couple of times.

When I next looked at my clock it said 11:11.

Uh-oh.

I must have accidentally turned off my alarm instead of pressing the snooze bar. I started to worry, because I hadn’t called in to say I’d be late, like I did one morning last week. I thought to myself that it had to be a dream. No such luck — if you’re conscious enough to think you’re dreaming, you’re not dreaming. Then I saw that my shaving cream and my razor were on my window sill, and I got out of bed and I couldn’t turn my fan off, which I have on when I sleep in order to drown out noise (that was some loud rain). Then I went into my bathroom and began flossing my teeth.

Then my alarm went off.

I was still in bed. I looked over at my clock, and it said 8:17.

Ugh.

Stupid sleeping brain.
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