A failure to wake
Jun. 10th, 2006 10:35 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
canyonwrenIn between the jet lag and the tiny amount of sleep I got last night, I could simply NOT get my body moving this morning. I'd set the wake-up call for 9:00am.
Take 1:
I got up and stumbled to the bathroom. I washed my face and brushed my teeth and dressed. And then I had to go deal with something weird about the hotel. They needed to know who I'd worked for in the past and I couldn't quite figure it out. So, Kim showed up to help me, but we needed a signature of someone completely irrelevant and she pulled a computer out of thin air and suggested copying and pasting, and...
OH, FUCK IT! This is definitely a dream, 'cause there's no way Kim is here. I have to get up ALL OVER again.
Damnit!
Take 2:
I swing my legs over the side of the bed and just sit there for a minute. My head is spinning and I'm SO tired still. Matter of fact, I'm so tired I can't open my eyes. Literally. Damn it! Try...unnghhh...my eyes won't open! And...
FUCK IT!
If my eyes won't open, then I'm actually flat on my back, under the covers, still dreaming.
Take 3:
Just like the Bride in Kill Bill, talking to her toes. "Open your eyes." Try. Nothing. "No, open your eyes." After the third or fourth try, the conscious part of my body overruled the unconscious part of my body and I got my motor control back. Opened my eyes, stumbled to the bathroom and washed my face and brushed my teeth. Put on the coffee.
It took at least an hour before I was sure I was actually awake.
Seize the day. Yay. Ugh.
Take 1:
I got up and stumbled to the bathroom. I washed my face and brushed my teeth and dressed. And then I had to go deal with something weird about the hotel. They needed to know who I'd worked for in the past and I couldn't quite figure it out. So, Kim showed up to help me, but we needed a signature of someone completely irrelevant and she pulled a computer out of thin air and suggested copying and pasting, and...
OH, FUCK IT! This is definitely a dream, 'cause there's no way Kim is here. I have to get up ALL OVER again.
Damnit!
Take 2:
I swing my legs over the side of the bed and just sit there for a minute. My head is spinning and I'm SO tired still. Matter of fact, I'm so tired I can't open my eyes. Literally. Damn it! Try...unnghhh...my eyes won't open! And...
FUCK IT!
If my eyes won't open, then I'm actually flat on my back, under the covers, still dreaming.
Take 3:
Just like the Bride in Kill Bill, talking to her toes. "Open your eyes." Try. Nothing. "No, open your eyes." After the third or fourth try, the conscious part of my body overruled the unconscious part of my body and I got my motor control back. Opened my eyes, stumbled to the bathroom and washed my face and brushed my teeth. Put on the coffee.
It took at least an hour before I was sure I was actually awake.
Seize the day. Yay. Ugh.
