I woke up and opened my eyes, noticing it was rather bright in the bedroom, like daylight was coming in. Bob was still in bed. My mind raced. Holy crap. The alarm didn’t go off. Bob’s late. He’s going to be all stressed out. What the hell time is it? Did I really sleep all night? My pillow is all hot and bunchy. I’m about to fall off the bed.
And then I looked at the clock.
It was 2:30.
It wasn’t daylight. It was snowing.
I should have known I hadn’t been sleeping more than a few hours. I don’t sleep more than a few hours at night these days. It just doesn’t happen. I’ve slept through the night ONCE in the past two months.
But hey—I successfully had about ten thoughts in the span of probably three seconds. So that must count for something.
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