Today was one of those mornings.
I awoke from a dream at 5:30 AM. In the dream, it was snowing and I couldn’t get to work. Well, sure enough, I look out the window and it’s snowing. But it’s only 5:30, and I have an hour before my alarm goes off, so I snuggle back under the covers and fall asleep.
At 6 AM, I wake up again. I just had another dream that it was snowing, and I couldn’t get in to work. So now that I’m awake, I look out the window and see that it’s still snowing. The street is white. Déjà vu.
I don’t hear any cars passing.
I drift off again.
And then I have the most vivid dream of all.
There is snow on the driveway, but not much. My father and I are there, surveying the situation. We open the garage door from the outside, and my cat is laying in the middle of the garage. Then I decide to go to work.
I wake up.
My father is downstairs making coffee. He decided to stay home for the day. I watch the news. The roads are clear enough for me to leave.
Maybe I should have taken a snow day.