Alarm? No alarm.
Wait! NO ALARM? What? Wait! NUTS!
Shower, Coffee, Go!
Why does the moment you realize you overslept have to be preceded by that wonderful dreamlike state of bliss that all is well with the world.
I feel like my mind and body was reveling in stolen moments under the covers while a nagging feeling that I was missing something was swimming in my brain just below the conscious water level of awareness.
Its a moment that is often recreated in television shows so it might be common to everyone.
I lay in bed, half awake, and I rolled over to look at the clock and thought that 5:40AM was the most perfect time ever. I rolled back and had time to adjust the covers before it hit me.
Got Jackie and Ellie going, downstairs to start the coffee, upstairs and into the shower, back downstairs for coffee, toast, Bible, news (Pistons make playoffs), make lunch, dress and out the door by 6:10AM.
Waiting to turn left onto I85 and the fun that is driving in Atlanta, I could, for just a second, return to that moment before I looked at the clock.
That moment before I realized I overslept and I was in that wonderful dreamlike state of bliss that all was well with the world.
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