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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required My Reward No alarm clock these days. I don’t have to be in class at 9:30 any longer, attempting to convince other sleepy people that I know what I’m talking about, so I’m slow to rise, but then I’m old and move carefully. Dogs! Let me tell you how early dogs wake: some time before God does on one of His bad days. The room is still dark, and all I can actually sense is three anxious-to-go-out hairy forms. My wife, an extraordinarily kind woman and early riser, whisks them away, and the room is mine, so I just lie there (or is it lay...), watching nothing on the ceiling, aware of how pleasantly close the comforter is, my nose and ears the only cold appendages, my weight and the resulting dent in the memory foam mattress, and how soft the pillow is now that I have retrieved it from the floor where the dogs pushed it in their hasty exit. Process: At an unscheduled silent signal I turn the covers back, very slowly lower my feet to the floor, search for my slippers with my toes, turn on the all-too-brilliant bedside lamp, reach for the red water bottle, and swallow my first handful of pills for the day. Then I just sit there for a while, letting the fog clear a bit and the blood trickle down to my feet. I often have the sense that I don’t want to go to sleep at night, because doing so only means that I’ll wake the next morning and have to do it all again. Yet another day... That would be interpreted in some quarters as a signal that I want to end it all. Not so! Now that I have the luxury of time, a slow transition from horizontal to vertical is delicious, easing into a day sure to be like no other; my reward.
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