For absolutely no good reason I had the most dreadful job waking this morning. The clock radio said it was time to wake. It may have been raining heavily outside but the light coming through the blinds told me it was time to wake. Even Dolly was saying it was time to wake.
And yet, snug under my duvet, wallowing in an odd but not unpleasant dream, I really didn’t want to wake and my dream really didn’t want to finish. I turned over several times, seeking to postpone the beginning of the day … and it worked, too, for a little while.
But then the call of the bathroom, and duties beyond, grew too much and I groggled myself out of bed and into the daylight.
Still raining. Horrid day.
I have several needful things to do, not least among them a quick trip down to Neath to buy a new box of wine, but I doubt if I’ll get through the day without at least one heavy nap, perhaps to resume that unfinished dream.
