I woke up at 3:50 this morning because of a spider dream.
After the Internet had sufficiently calmed me down, I went out into the living room and read while the sun gradually brightened everything.
The sprinklers were on, and I could imagine it was cool outside, though I never went out.
It was a surreal time, and I savored it. I felt like I was in a cheesy book or movie where everything means something important and there's always a sentimental moment before and after the drama.
But I'm still tired as heck.
