The first few times my alarm goes off in the morning, I'm not necessarily ready to get up. And most of the time, I don't even realize that my alarm went off. I'm so out-of-it that I think something else happened.
Like today. My alarm goes off. I roll over, annoyed, thinking some stupid Frenchman made an annoying comment on my blog. I think, "Annoying Frenchman!" and push the snooze button, thinking I have silenced the evil Frenchman. (Apparently I hate France. Who knew?)
A few buzzings later, and I realize... there is no evil Frenchman. All that exists is my alarm clock, the morning, and me.
Some other morning imaginings I have had include being involved in a debate with some friends, meeting with a client at work, and finishing a tax return. I'm sure there's more, though.
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2 comments:
lol, that's hillarious.
Is that your reoccurring dream? Evil Frenchmen? Mine's zombies.
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