Clumsy Morning
I have this habit (which I get directly from my mom) of trying to have a conversation when I'm actually asleep. Usually what happens is I'll wake up when Marty is getting in bed, and start trying to ask him questions or talk to him about something that seems, at that moment, to be very important. Usually, it's something that doesn't actually make any sense in the real world.
Last night when I went to bed, my alarm clock was set to wake me up for work, but somehow while I was sleeping I had gotten the idea that it wasn't going to go off. And of course, in my dream there were dire consequences for the alarm clock not going off. So when Marty came in around 1:00 (after all, he's on vacation this week) I started asking him questions about it. I remember telling him that I couldn't figure out how to fix the problem with my clock, and asking him to fix it for me.
I think he's catching on, though. Because he asked me, "Are you awake or asleep right now?"
At first I said, "I'm awake!" But then I thought about it some more, and realized I was probably asleep. So, even though I had a bad feeling that something awful might happen if I didn't fix the clock last night, I decided to leave it until the morning and see if it was really a problem then.
Of course, this morning there was no problem. The clock went off right on time, unfortunately.
I had a restless night and I woke up feeling very clumsy. A few minutes after I got up, I came back to the bedroom to shut the door so that I could use the printer in the study and the noise wouldn't wake Marty up. Wasn't that thoughtful of me? But the clumsy morning got the better of me. First there was a box in the way, so I had to move that so I could shut the door, and in the process of moving the box I bumped into the (folded up) ironing board (which we keep behind the bedroom door) and knocked it over onto the hardwood floor.
Have you ever heard an ironing board falling onto a hardwood floor? The clatter is quite impressive.
A groan from the bed. "What are you doing?"
"Uh, I was trying to close the door so I could use the printer."
"What?"
"You know, I didn't want to wake you up."
"!!!"
Then I almost drove my car off the road on the way to work. It is still a clumsy day, so I am going to be very, very careful and stay in my office.
I have this habit (which I get directly from my mom) of trying to have a conversation when I'm actually asleep. Usually what happens is I'll wake up when Marty is getting in bed, and start trying to ask him questions or talk to him about something that seems, at that moment, to be very important. Usually, it's something that doesn't actually make any sense in the real world.
Last night when I went to bed, my alarm clock was set to wake me up for work, but somehow while I was sleeping I had gotten the idea that it wasn't going to go off. And of course, in my dream there were dire consequences for the alarm clock not going off. So when Marty came in around 1:00 (after all, he's on vacation this week) I started asking him questions about it. I remember telling him that I couldn't figure out how to fix the problem with my clock, and asking him to fix it for me.
I think he's catching on, though. Because he asked me, "Are you awake or asleep right now?"
At first I said, "I'm awake!" But then I thought about it some more, and realized I was probably asleep. So, even though I had a bad feeling that something awful might happen if I didn't fix the clock last night, I decided to leave it until the morning and see if it was really a problem then.
Of course, this morning there was no problem. The clock went off right on time, unfortunately.
I had a restless night and I woke up feeling very clumsy. A few minutes after I got up, I came back to the bedroom to shut the door so that I could use the printer in the study and the noise wouldn't wake Marty up. Wasn't that thoughtful of me? But the clumsy morning got the better of me. First there was a box in the way, so I had to move that so I could shut the door, and in the process of moving the box I bumped into the (folded up) ironing board (which we keep behind the bedroom door) and knocked it over onto the hardwood floor.
Have you ever heard an ironing board falling onto a hardwood floor? The clatter is quite impressive.
A groan from the bed. "What are you doing?"
"Uh, I was trying to close the door so I could use the printer."
"What?"
"You know, I didn't want to wake you up."
"!!!"
Then I almost drove my car off the road on the way to work. It is still a clumsy day, so I am going to be very, very careful and stay in my office.
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