What Dreams May Come

I startled awake, early Sunday morning, fraught - my mind, darting like a panicked animal because my assignment calendar is wet, smeared and illegible! Total darkness - I fish for my phone by it’s cord - it reads 3:08am. I flop back onto a cloud of thick, memory foam. Ahhh, jeeez, it was just a DREAM. Of course, my assignment calendar is safe, digital, redundant, cloud backed up. “THAT was a little morbid.” I think, as I drift back out of consciousness.