I was swimming up through the seaweed of dreams. Floating just below the surface of wakefulness. Watching the sunlight of awareness shimmer through the waves of sleep. The cries of the baby are muffled as I near the surface, closer to the light. Louder. Closer. More light.
Darkness. I'm awake. The morning room is still dark. The baby's cries are clear now. It is too early. I look to the ceiling, to the five point shadow above me. Why is Cookie Monster spread eagle on my ceiling?
Oh, that's the ceiling fan.
I need Winter Break to be over. Right now.
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