I woke up Christmas morning at five o’clock in the morning. There was no alarm. No light shining through the window into my eye. No noise in the house. No reason at all for me to wake up, but I was wide awake. It’s Christmas, I thought. It’s Christmas… and I’m happy. I threw off …
This post will get nasty. Don’t read it if you get the willies easily. At six o’clock in the morning, I woke up coughing. This has become a recent trend for me, these morning fits of my lungs revolting. I rolled onto my side, hoping that the shift in gravity would bring peace enough for …
I awoke to the sound of the alarm clock. According to the time shown on its face, it had been screaming at me for nine minutes. God, I hate Monday mornings. Like an ogre lumbering around in his cave, I made my way over to the noise with the intent of smashing it. I say …