By RaeJean Spencer Hasenoehrl
At 6:15 a.m., I can be found in a state of consciousness
that lies somewhere between an awakened-from-hibernation Nandi bear and an
uncaffeinated King Kong. In other words, I don’t do mornings. So between 5 a.m.
and 6:30 a.m., when my bladder is demanding attention and I’m grimacing over
the still-darkened view from my window, I delve into a sleep/no sleep state of
grumbliness and freakish dreams.
This morning was no exception. I try to convince myself to
crawl from bed at five, but end up in a blitzkrieg of dreams that I shan’t
describe for fear of them turning the tide of the universe.
