“But now he felt as if the whole world were tipping backwards over his head, and this, he couldn’t help feeling, was a very worrying thing for the world to do.”
~ Douglas Adams, The Salmon of Doubt
I wake from a dream–a crazy discombobulated one–and make my way to the ensuite, where my phone rests overnight, to check the time. It’s not yet 3am. It’s middle of the night; morning really, but much to early to begin the day.
I’m wide awake. I know I won’t fall back to sleep so I climb back into bed and reach for my Kindle hoping reading for a while will summon slumber.
I read a couple of chapters. It seems like minutes before Gerry wakes and leans over with a kiss and a mumbled “good morning”. He rises and throws open the curtains and I realize it’s beginning to get light outside.
What?
I reach for my iPad to check the time; it’s after 6 o’clock, long past the time I usually wake. I’m certain I haven’t been reading for three hours and wonder if the time on my phone is wrong.
I check. It’s not.
I have no idea what happened this morning. All I know is that I’m starting the day feeling off kilter and that doesn’t bode well.
Oh, I’ve had similar experiences! I’ve found that taking a walk and breathing in the fresh air can help to make the day feel right again.
Ah yes, that would help. Unfortunately it’s turned cold again and I’m a wimp about going out in it. ?
My clock has been off for months. I am so grateful when I get a good night’s sleep (I don’t often, so when I do, it’s bliss). But if something weird happens in the night, and I’m up and wide awake for no reason (other than my brain running and running and running), I feel off all day. And nightmares – ack!