Posts Tagged ‘Waking up and realizing it’s Saturday’

OK, maybe not the greatest but it’s up there . . .

4:45 AM.

I am dreaming. It’s a good dream because I’m being kissed on the face. As I swim into consciousness though, I come to realize that it’s not what I think.

That mug to the right is what I see. It is Sparky who warms my face with wet kisses. Damn it. I look at the clock to check the time.

4:47 AM.

Damn it again. I quickly do the math. I can take the pup out and be back in by 5:00. That would give me a full hour to hit the warm confines of my bed, and the sweet dreams that accompany it, once again. Nice. This is actually better than waking up at 6:00 and having to bounce right out of bed.

4:50 AM.

I throw on some clothes, some shoes and a coat and head out into the early morning chill, still trying to get my head together. Only then to I begin to think about the day ahead. Complete Sparky’s walk, back to bed for a bit, shower, go to school . . .  wait.

It hits me.

It’s Saturday.

Sweet mother, it’s Saturday! I don’t have an hour, I have many hours, six if I want. Eight! I may just sleep ’til noon, damn it! Y-E-S!

Greatest feeling ever, or close to it. But . . .

5:09 AM.

Alas, now that I know I don’t have to get up I’m wide awake.

Son-of-a-bitch. Maybe I’ll write a blog.

5:23 AM

The feeling has passed. I’m going back to bed.

Greatest feeling ever.

Or close to it.