why hello stairwell
I stumbled out of bed this am as the alarm blared for the 2nd time. This time, even louder as I was not in dreamland any longer; each time the alarm went off it seemed to yell with each beep. GET. OUT. OF. BED. THIS. IS. YOUR. LAST. ALARM. BEFORE. I. JUMP. OFF. YOUR. DRESSER. AND. ONTO. YOUR. BED. (I felt like it was one of the old black and white Disney cartoons when the cow becomes the bullhorn and the rest of the farm animals run around with barnyard sounds and pots & pans clanging) Ok, okay… it wasn't that bad. BUT, I Hadn't had a full night's rest after tossing and turning throughout the night, and I was still trying to complete the somewhat odd dream I had during my sleep. If you could even call it that. And so out of bed, into the bathroom, splashed water on my face, and in a half awake/half not, I hopped down the stairs towards the laundry room so I could snag my clean laundry and start getting ready for the day. With the cold of the morn...