You can’t predict when it will happen each morning. Sometimes it’s a sound. Sometimes it’s a cat. Sometimes it’s more organic and it just happens, breaking the silence of the early morning with the first eye opening to greet the day.
A bark. Followed by another, and then we’re awake. We’re all awake. Woof after woof after work rings through the kitchen, the living room and into the garage. Everyone letting us know the new day has begun and another loop of attention getting dogs and cats both old and new need food and affection again.
Today it was 6:47am. Later than some days, but earlier than I’d like. Often I am up before the dogs and it’s me that starts the chain with a mouse as quiet as a light switch. Today I was asleep, living out a fantasy in my dream universe working on an underground mall retail store putting up intricate jewelry on a display hating it. Tony necklace chains are more easily tangled than a box of computer cables.
I can’t decide if I’m happy to be interrupted back to my reality or not. I do enjoy sleep but irritating dreams are nut quite restful. It doesn’t really matter now. The dreamscfaway and and a Tuesday routine begins again.
7am. Chocolate rations. Social media. Then out to feed the cats and dogs and chicken and horses. Then I get to nap and do it all over again and again. My loopy life. The dream was the most interesting part.
Sometimes your stories are going to be dull so you have to rely on imagination to keep things interesting. I wonder if dementia is voluntary.
