I was running.
I wasn’t sure where or why – I just was.
And it was one of those blind panic runs.
Something snapped to my left and I looked, but I couldn’t see shit.
I was still running, but from what I had no idea.
I just knew that it wasn’t good and I had to outrun it.
”Turn your alarm off for fuck’s sake”
I’d forgotten pretty much every night that first month that I didn’t have a full time job anymore.
I’d also forgotten that I didn’t have to wake up at stupid o’clock to shower & go into the misery factory for 7.30am.
So my Monday-Friday 6.30am alarm had stayed on.
”Sorry – my bad”.
What was I running from?
They’d leveled off over the past few years from the night terrors I’d had as a child, but they were still there.
I’m not sure what the root cause was, or even if it was a normal frequency of bad dreams I had.
Either way they’d usually float off into space once I’d surfaced and had my morning caffeine.
Just then Charlie started crying.