I'm driving alone in my car somewhere (the destination isn't important). On the radio, the Mamas and the Papas are singing California Dreamin'. Suddenly, Jen touches my cheek and mumbles something.
Zap!
Instantly, I find myself in bed. I had been dreaming.
I shot up to sitting (just like they do in the movies) and try to assess the situation:
- I was asleep.
- Music was playing in my dream.
- Jen woke me.
"Oh dear," I thought. "I must have overslept, and the alarm has been playing long enough that my mind had incorporated it into my dream and Jen is now trying to wake me so that she can catch a few more minutes of sleep while I scurry off, late to work."
In the very same moment that I'm feeling panic, I realize that the song has stopped. I look to my left - the clock reads 5:45 (my alarm is set for 6:00). I look to my right - Jen is fast asleep, though it appears she has rolled over and her hand is now resting on my pillow.
"Crap!" I think to myself with an exclamation point. I am now exhausted and have adrenaline coursing through my veins.
On the one hand, I'm grateful that Melanie would have let me sleep through to my alarm. (The fact that she kept me up until 2:00 probably had something to do with her subsequently uninterrupted span of slumber.) But, at the same time, I once again find my sleep having been abruptly cut short. Well, at least it's not a Monday, Monday - can't trust that day.
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