It's another Monday morning at the office. I'm usually not a doom and gloom "It's Monday" kind of person. But, I slept fitfully last night. I fell asleep at 10pm, just like every other night. The only difference from years past is that I've been falling asleep without the aid of my little white Melatonin pill.
I woke up to use the restroom... I swear my bladder is the size of a shot glass sometimes. It was 12:54am. I tried falling back asleep, but that wasn't happening. I turned on my iPad and started reading the rest of "Miss Peregrine's Home for Peculiar Children" by Ransom Riggs. It's the book of the month for my book club. I read for about an hour and fell asleep.
I had a dream about a guy. I see this guy at church on Saturday nights. I don't even know his name. But, in my dream we were having a conversation and it seemed like we knew each other. We were talking and laughing and having fun. It seriously felt so real. So so real.
I woke up again, but this time fell back asleep. That dream was the first thing that popped into my head when my alarm went off at 6:30am this morning.
I do have a way of finding out this guy's name. My word of the year, brave, has been mocking me on the sidelines. I feel no bravery. I suck at pulling up my big girl panties and just doing it.
So, I'll continue to see him on Saturday nights and he'll continue to haunt my dreams.