|Reality comes early....|
The last minute of sleep in the morning is reality. Dream on. I want to enjoy every last bit of that glorious, memorable warm and comfy snoozing. The reality of total relaxation and sleeping with closed eyelids is fleeting. That extra bit of sleep, rest, and relaxation might be a happy coincidence --but not this morning.
Ebony the Short plods softly around the bed. I remain motionless, maybe the pup will go back to bed? No?
She rears up, taps on my arm and woofs quietly. Time to get up, lazybones. She has an internal atomic timer with accuracy that would make NASA jealous.
I open one eye. She's watching, her head is curiously cocked to one side. She encourages me to keep the eyes open. I resist.
The sun is trying to shine in the window too. Pulling the comforter over the head works for a minute. Forget it. You can't fool old Sol or Ebony the Short. She keeps tapping away; I know you're under there, so get up, lazybones.
There's not much air hiding under a comforter anyway. Morning breath sucks. Is there any respite available for a tired, desperate man?
Not this morning. She's got that built-in alarm clock and a devious plan. She picks up her red and white rope pull-toy and heads to the door. Let's play. "I wanna play. Right now".
"Not me, dog. I'm back to bed. Right now."
A measurably louder 'woof'. Oh yeah? How unlikely. Tilly the Tall stretches. She agrees.
Alas, it's morning, and I check twice just to be sure. Tired eyes squint at the red neon numbers on the digital clock. Hopefully the time is wrong. Digital clocks can be wrong, can't they?
Nope. It's reality, right on time. It's reliable. That figures.
Reality is now 7:01 am. No escape. No wonderful time continuum mistakes or helpful quantum errors. This is earth calling. No choice. Reality sucks too.
I have to get up first, hitting the cool hardwood floor. Someone plods sleepily to the door, buck naked, wondering why he should not be enjoying some other reality, --you know the one, where the terrestrial keeps sleeping, eyes closed, snoozing buck naked? Not today. Reality insists. The universe objects. I try to squint at the clock above the coffee-maker. Can't see it.
No wonder, I'm not in the kitchen yet. Wake up. Give the head a shake.
Back to reality, get dressed. Get the socks out and pull the blue jeans and T-shirt on. Shh...don't wake up momma.
Ebony the Short and pull-toy are out the door like a shot- and the more sensible, sleepy Tilly the Tall is close behind. They begin a pulling match.
The clock in the kitchen sensibly confirms reality. It's now 7:05 am.
The last bit of peanut butter in the jar will go just fine with strawberry jam on hot toast. No, the toast is not smoking or black. Being awake enough to paying attention to smoke signals and reality is starting to pay off already. One of the benefits of good reality management.
The first cup of coffee is painfully slow coming. It begins, gurgling lazily. The first drop draining through the gadget is a promise of a better reality. That first steaming cup will be good too, no kidding. The reality of a coffee habit says so.
Three cups later reality has set in, the caffeine is working . I am awake. Check the matched eyelid latches. Yes, the eyelids stay open all by themselves. Stifle the yawn that wants to negate such fine and encouraging progress. You really can see better with both eyes open .
Reality says it's time to walk the dogs. Tilly the Tall and Ebony the Short check out the reality of the strange, softening April snow. The sun is almost warm, shining brightly. There's a fresh spring melt in the cool air. The pups eagerly snuffle the tracks of rabbits already turning brown. They feel obligated to check out every partridge track on the quad trail too.
I call the explorers back quickly if they begin to wag their tails out of sight.
They wander back slowly onto the trail and wait patiently. They sheepishly look at me like I should have stayed in bed.
Not me. I'm too busy breathing deeply and enjoying reality.
Is that incoming I hear?