Musings while waking up...

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tick tock tick tock tick tock... My eyes are still closed but I could hear my small clock work as what once was a distant noise from the garbage truck starts getting louder and closer. "Aah... Today is Thursday." My ears tell my brain. "Why are garbage trucks so loud? Ooh, that could be a myLot post." "Should I open my eyes? It's still early. Am I really going to wake up now? If I dare open my eyes, then that's it, no more sleep for me." "But didn't you resolve that you were going to sleep as long as you can to get more rest? You went to bed a little after 1am. It might only just be 7." "I feel like I've gotten enough sleep." So I slowly open my eyes. "The ceiling is so white." I closed my eyes then opened them again and turned to my left and saw my bookshelf. "Is that Battle Royale my copy or did my brother just gave it to me for safekeeping? Think. Try to remember. I remember something about him loaning it to me but I also remember something about him giving it to me. Oh, well. Have to ask him later." "What time is it?" I moved my left hand to reach for the usual spot where I leave my cellphone. It's not there. "Oh, it's still in my purse." I turned to my right and saw a fuzzy clock. "How come I can see things clearly on my left and can barely see anything to my right? Hmmm... if I put my glasses on, then that surely will really wake me up." I closed my eyes again and reached for my glasses on the desk where it usually goes with the phone. I put it on, opened my eyes again, checked the time and it's exactly 730am with the second hand moving. Then I saw the framed vista of Paris just above the clock. "Someday soon, I will go to Paris. Eiffel Tower, I don't know what's so special about you but I just have to see you. Did F (my sister) say that she went up the tower when she was there this summer? Why can't I remember this? Oh, well. Have to ask her later." "That smoke alarm needs batteries. I think I should check on the others around the house to see if they need the same thing. If a fire or gas leak happens, we would all die and stupidly so. You have to start a post about the idea you had about smoke alarms on myLot. That ceiling light looks like a boob. And why is that plate still so shiny? It's not like I've wiped it clean since I moved back." "Oh, well. Here we go. Another day. Must turn on the coffeemaker and make sure F brings a banana to work." Are you aware of the conversations you have in your head when you wake up?