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.
ah go on, you can’t say “an odd but not unpleasant dream” and not give us a little hint of what was going on in it
Well, I guess you can. I love little snatches of odd dreams though
Unfinished dreams… Know them too and this burning desire to keep them going until the end, but somehow they never get finished and finally they get lost. By the way, what is an odd but not unpleasant dream for an English poet?
Oh, sorry… it was in an office, I was trying to read a long complicated memo but my mate was leaving and wanted to have an office party. Like I say, odd, but not unpleasant.
I’ll bet you wish you’d bought some of that wine that was on sale the other day, eh?
What is there about ‘boxed’ wine that I find so discomfiting? I’ve drunk it and it’s perfectly fine, but somehow, and maybe only for me, wine comes from bottles or barrels. And I can’t even contemplate a day that doesn’t end with a nice glass or two of wine, either! Sot in my ways, I guess I am! And, for sure, no connoisseur, And after wrangling with the spelling of ‘connoisseur’, I think I need a glass NOW!
Oh, my yes! I’d forgotten about the pleasures of drawing a cork on a really NICE wine. Plonk does NOT come with corks or bottles, does it?
Funny how different things look in IE8…yer smilies look sorta pale and wan. I’m just babbling here, totally off-topic.
Do you suppose the Royals might be classified as a dysfunctional family? Certainly Margaret drank herself to death. That’s a bit out of the ordinary. Must be hard being the second string to Papa’s bow. I’m taking bets on the Queen outliving Charles, given that her Mum lived past the century-mark.
Groggled myself out of bed, well John we are on the same wave length today! It’s 2:13 p.m. and I’m now moving about.
In the category of dreams that get interrupted at a longed-for moment, almost breaking one’s heart:
I’ve just come upon a wild deer in the forest and am just about to touch her when SOME ROTTEN B—–D WAKES ME UP.
How about you?