Bedtime: 11:20 pm
Alarm set: 6:30 am
Snooze hits: zero (yay!)
Usually, I have no problem falling asleep or staying asleep. I very rarely remember my dreams. I am a very sound sleeper, and typically wake up in the same position I fell asleep in. Not so last night. I am not sure if I kept dreaming, or if I kept waking up early this morning. I remember frequently feeling like the alarm should have gone off already, and I was just lying there in my (warm, cozy) bed waiting for it to shrill so I could get up. I have no idea what time it was, or should have been, as I am blind as a bat without my contacts and can never see the clock from bed. It seemed to be light out in my wake/dream state, but that was no help to me. I am almost never up before the sun, and really have very little idea as to what time the sun comes up. To me, dark means I should definitely still be in bed. Very bright means I should probably be up. Dawn-ish light typically means bed.
Finally, the alarm did go off. My husband’s clock is set one minute faster than my trusty cell phone, so his 6:30am alarm went off one stinking minute before my cell phone alarm. Usually, he is so fast on the buttons that I don’t even hear the first alarm of the morning. Today, I did. I laid there for a moment wondering if this was the alarm I should get up with – does a “not mine” alarm count as a snooze hit? Before I could decide, the cell phone alarm went off, and I rolled out of bed, pulled the covers back up over the bed behind me, shuffled over to the dresser, and shut it off. I fought the intense urge to snuggle back under the down comforter next to my warm husband (my, can he furnace!). I slid off to the bathroom, fighting my way through four hungry cats, and started my day.
Yawn. Coffee, please.