I woke up with a start mid dream last night. I squinted hard to make out the 2:23 glowing from my clock radio. I remembered that I hadn't finished my newsletter at work; I needed another article. Had I left a load in the washer? I needed to iron my blouse for tomorrow -- if it still fit, that is.
Closed my eyes and repeated left over meditations from a yoga class I took four years ago. I slowed my breathing and then images of Tanzania scrolled, reminding me that I had to renew my passport. And I still had a visa to apply for. And the Good Hope website needs an update...
I watched the minutes tick by and my 5:30 am wake up time draw closer. RELAX I ordered myself.
Then images of turkey and stuffing crept into my head. I debated the virtues of home made cranberry sauce versus the convenience of the canned jellied variety.
I reasoned that if I overslept, I could always skip washing my hair. I silently begged for SLEEP.
A motor cycle wailed by and a rhythmic bass pulsed from a car stopped at the corner beneath our window. I wondered if anyone ever slept anymore... Sleep resides at the cottage; it's the only reprieve from the distant hum of highway traffic and city noises. Sounds of silence. I'd kill for it. I reviewed the pro's and con's of country living... my eyelids got heavy.
Note to self: I should keep a pen and paper beside my bed. I should also refrain from drinking tea right before bedtime.
Clock was screaming 4:25. Almost time to get up. And suddenly I could feel drowsiness creeping in. Of course!