hiking without happy meals; a modern paradigm chronicling the struggles, pitfalls,
& successes of life, running, writing, urban farming,
& home schooling in these crazy modern days.
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I really don’t want to wake up.I don’t want to get out of bed.I turn over begrudgingly opening my eyes to read the clock 4:15 am.Okay.I take a breath, close my eyes, and fall back to sleep.Fall back into the warmth of same dream.The dream where I am in bed in the mountains in beautiful a room watching the slightly ajar door, soft orange light spilling in around it, listening to his footsteps in the hall.
Somewhere in the mass of deliciously warm covers I hear Beach gasp in her sleep.I thought I had felt her soft flesh beside me hot- too hot.I wake with a start.Touch her forehead to my wrist but she is fine.From the other side of her Colby rolls in his sleep.I turn to check the clock 4:16 am.I lay back down gently pushing Beach over to Colby’s side a tiny bit, then a tiny bit more, then just a hair more.I settle in and fall back asleep, back to the same dream, watching the door.
Beach’s hand grabs my cheek.I scramble to wake.Between sleep and not sleep I think I need to remember to cut her nails and when did she get here anyway? Not here in bed with us but here in my dream.I wake up.The alarm clock is in my field of vision 4:26 am.Are you kidding me?A dog whines in sleep.I close my eyes and when I open them I am again staring at the door waiting.I blink and I am staring at the alarm clock 4:28 am.The pattern repeats until 5:30 when I sit up in bed look around the room.If we are all here who am I waiting for?And I get up walk downstairs to make coffee realize I am still asleep I wake up and try it again.I roll over look at the clock 4:15 am.