Blurrrrgh

It's one of these mornings where I had to fight to wake up. I was all out of diet Dr. Pepper--one morning ritual denied. Stephanie Miller wasn't on the radio--it was some lame guy who did the Fox-News-Esque fact in the form of a question.

"Question: did Amber not sleep well last night?"

I stayed up too late reading all my new comics. Then I woke up at that pagan 3-4AM time. There was a man in my room with a black scarf and gold earrings, facing the wall. I knew it was a bad thing that he was only 4 feet away from me.

"Um, sir? I don't know how you got in here, or why you're here, but if you just leave now I won't say anything. I won't call the police."

The figure didn't move. Or maybe I saw a shuffle? It didn't matter. I was out of sane options. What was left was screaming--would the roommate hear? I asked again if they would just leave. No response. So be it. I made myself turn on the light.

It was just my freaking lamp--the dark shape of the man's scarf was just my blue velvety frog from undergrad. The gerbil patter of my pulse was slowing, so I turned over and went to bed.

So yeah, I didn't sleep well last night. It was the classic "sleep paralysis combined with feeling someone is in the room with you" scenario. Yuck.

But now it's sunny, Friday, and I have a fresh cup of coffee here beside me. It ain't all that bad.