4 AM Dammit.
Aug. 16th, 2002 04:31 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
dewingedI shouldn't be up right now, but I am. As I type this, it's 4:30 in the morning. I should be so very, very asleep.
But, I was dreaming, yet again.
And I was dreaming to the point...ok, ever have one of those dreams? You're...wandering, for lack of a better word, and you just know you're waiting for the Good Part to happen?
And, as far as I know, most people wake up at the good part. Except for me, apparently. Because I was dreaming, and the realization just hit me, in said dream, that the Good Part was just about to begin.
And *pow*. My body tore itself awake. Nothing horrible, just...I was dreaming, it was good, and I needed that. But, instead I'm awake, with my blood pounding against the insides of my veins. And I had gotten an early bedtime, to boot.
Dammit.
But, I was dreaming, yet again.
And I was dreaming to the point...ok, ever have one of those dreams? You're...wandering, for lack of a better word, and you just know you're waiting for the Good Part to happen?
And, as far as I know, most people wake up at the good part. Except for me, apparently. Because I was dreaming, and the realization just hit me, in said dream, that the Good Part was just about to begin.
And *pow*. My body tore itself awake. Nothing horrible, just...I was dreaming, it was good, and I needed that. But, instead I'm awake, with my blood pounding against the insides of my veins. And I had gotten an early bedtime, to boot.
Dammit.