Snooze

I killed the alarm at 7:00. It always wakes me at 7:00. That is if the ones at 6:00 and 6:30 don’t do their job. And if all those don’t work, I still have 7:30 and 8:00 to back me up. I killed the alarm at 7:00 and fell back into an unnaturally deep sleep. What I dreamed then is still vivid in my head. There was a texture to what I was experiencing. None of the ambiguity and blurring that is associated with the gunk the subconscious likes to tease us with. I was in a lush green field every dew drop on each blade of grass visible to me. I spent a long time on my back only mildly distracted by the bees that chose to fly past my line of vision. I was now looking down into the turquoise blue waters from a cliff. I could taste the salt in the breeze. The sun was behind me. I saw nothing but the ocean all around. When I jumped, I felt my lungs shift and the spray as the water rushed to meet me. I was awake when I hit the water. Shit. Am I late? I reached for the phone. 7:01. Never has time been more abstract to me.