Things I slept through this morning, according to The Fella:
– yardwork and a leafblower just under our bedroom window
– someone yelling at those workers to SHUT UP
– children yelling and playing
– a loud and long alarm in the building next door
Things I slept through in my dream:
– my dream-self peeing (which normally snaps me right out of a dream)
– Zooey Deschanel dropping off a yardful of rambunctious children at my quiet and sedate daycare
– someone yelling at Zooey Deschanel’s noisy brats to SHUT UP
– a loud and long alarm in the building where my dream took place
– being Lily Tomlin
During finals, I often find it hard to rev down my mental engine at bedtime. To help me wind down from the all-day Paper-A-Thon yesterday, I popped in Disney’s Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs before snuggling down in bed.
I grew drowsy even as I watched the first scene, in which we meet the fantastically
cool cruel Stepmother, whose coldheartedness strikes us dumb with horror and whose garments make us quiver with envy. Oh, just me, eh? We learn that she plans to have Snow White’s heart cut out, simply because she cannot bear the beauty and light-heartedness that the girl embodies.
A few scenes later, Snow White, having fled her desperate fate and raced through the forest, greets the adorable woodland creatures that come to meet her. As her saccharine speech segued into treacly trilling up and up and up the scales, I surprised myself by muttering into my pillow I’d cut out her heart, too.
I know you’ve been asking yourselves, “Just how early does Elsa have to get up for her new Monday/Wednesday classes, anyway?”
Well, this morning, I surfaced from a sound sleep before the alarm tore through the dark. I stretched, muttered the ritual “I’m so tired,” and pushed myself off the bed to go make coffee. Only on my shuffling way through the living room did I notice the time: 1:30 a.m.
That’s how early: so early that it is indistinguishable from the middle of the night.
Maybe it’s the time of year; I’m not the only one having trouble locating herself in time.