Dream #3

A life with enough sleep, and not tormented by clocks.

I got caught up on the weekend, somehow. I woke up just naturally on Sunday at 9:30 in the morning. I was able to get a bunch of things done, and talk to my sister on the phone, and still get to the poetry reading on time.

Why is every day not like that? Here it is quarter to 1, I should go in early to get the boss to help me with something that's late for a testy customer who yelled at me today about things being late, and then in the evening...another thing to do. I should not be tired for any of those things. But it's already too late.

Dream # 3.a - Stay up all night, then at 6am hastily pack a suitcase, hop in a cab to the airport and skip town. Forget your phone.