Wake up and smell the dogbreath

What a weird night’s sleep.

I was so awake in my dreams that I feel asleep in my awake.  So if I go back to sleep will I be more alert in my slumber?  My head feels sort of dreamlike right now.  Morpheus beckons me.  All I want to do is drift away.

Yet the household around me is alert and peppy and peeping and bouncing.  Everyone around me feels ever so much more present than I can possibly be in this moment.  I feel like I am in an automatic bingo ball selector cage.  Wheeling and whirling around.  I feel dizzy in my awakeness.  Whoa.  Da room is spinning, man.  Bitchin’.

Sunday.  The day of rest…  in my house, no.  But wherever that might be I want to go there.  Beam me up, Scotty!

bingo · dreamlike · morpheus · slumber · sunday day of rest