Rest
I dreamt I was in bed one morning, lying awake, trying to get the last few minutes of rest before the alarm would ring. Lists of what I would do for the day came rushing up. They compiled themselves in steady ticks like an old printer spitting out one line, then another. Still, I determined to stay prone, squeezing out every moment to which I was entitled. I planned to hit the snooze alarm when the clock would blare. I calculated the number of minutes that would buy me, the number it would leave me on the other side of the morning- how long I would have to get ready for work, and what I could do to compress the necessary tasks into the new timeframe. I knew I wouldn't sleep anymore, but I was stubborn and wouldn't compromise the sleep time even if I wasn't using it for the intended purpose. But I was. Sleeping. Sleeping and dreaming of not sleeping and wishing I was sleeping. Sleep deprivatio...