Woke up feeling groggy, still dark outside. I looked at the clock beside my bed. 4:45 it says, not unusual for me. Got up, lights on, made coffee, fed the dogs, etc. I’m sitting here scrolling through the news thinking I should pr9bably hit the showers, get dressed, get things rolling, when I glance at the clock again.
And stare. And look at the other clock. Check my phone.
Somehow, inexplicably, it is 2:15 in the morning. I have the house lit up like a Christmas tree, I’m on my second cuppa, I’m ramping my day. It’s 2 fucking 15. In the morning. How is this even possible? Am I sleepwalking?
PS, for what it’s worth, the dogs sat here and ate their breakfast like nothing was out of the ordinary. Little bastards.
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