Every Sunday Evening

9:30PM

The house is silent and dark except for the light above the couch. I sit with a book, trying to disappear into its world so my dreams will be more full of fantasy and less full of reality.

10:30PM

I yawn. My arms and legs weigh a million tons, my eyelids keep slipping closed. I close the book, head full of handsome princes and evil queens and knights. Crawling under the covers I close my eyes.

11:00PM

Work place worries invade my thoughts. They have had me tossing and turning. What if this? Should I do that? Would this idea work better? Change or stay the same? Well, something has to change.

3:30AM

I wake to use the bathroom. I was dreaming about how my bosses were not happy and I kept running and hiding, putting the weak ones behind me for protection, looking for a way out. It wasn't my fault. I was trying. I was going to do... something.

4:45AM

The prince didn't save me. I tumbled down a ravine and walked for miles. No end in sight. I go back to sleep.

5:30AM

Alarm beeps.