In the Embrace of Morpheus

I awoke at five am to write this piece. And at six, and at seven, and at eight. But rem sleep was not done with me yet. And here I am at 8:32 feeling dopey and no more awake than I was at five. I have been time- traveling through teaching dreams, vacation dreams, and dreams that are almost on the tip of my tongue but I can't quite remember. But they're in there, in my brain, and I'm not at all certain that they are done with me yet.

Do you ever have days like that? Where you just can't get started because the heaviness of interrupted sleep cycles sedates you like a powerful potion or a magical curse? Nothing seems entirely real. Or rather, the dreams from which you have only just awakened seem every bit as real as your present reality.

Wake up! I tell myself. Wake up!

And doze off again, jet-lagged from time travel in my own armchair.

News of the day is that I did not win Colonel Gateway's first ever poetry contest, although I suspect that is due to the fact that I don't work in the Gateway and was not eligible to enter in the first place. The winner is Beverly Johnson of Howard Community College's Division of Continuing Education, and second place was taken by Megan from ICF. Congratulations!

And in shameless self-promotion, my entry.

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