early

I'm up early this morning, way too early, because the sun comes beaming in to my room at this time of year, and even wearing a sleep mask doesn't seem to work once I've opened my eyes. The sun becomes a permanent image behind my closed lids, and suddenly the birds' gentle chirping starts to sound more like TWEET, TWEET, the traffic noise suddenly is amplified, and then someone's car alarm goes off, and it's all over.
I've had overactive dreams in the last few nights- the kind that make you wonder what the hell you had for dinner the night before; the kind that almost make you grateful that your real life is here, and not there, because there seems like it would get pretty exhausting, what with all the running around and, well, I'm glad to be here, I think.
I have a lot on my mind these days, which could be another reason I'm up- the eyes open, the sun is shining brightly, and the brain goes immediately into nonsensical, sleepy overdrive. the unreliability of disappearing peoplefamilypolitics people with nomanners nointegrity whatwasthat nameI can'tremember thefacetho it was justtheotherday but I rememberhers from 13yearsagosoclearly sind es wirklich zehnjahren? dann sind's auch12 jahren seitdem ich ihn gesehen hab' warum schreibt er jetzt?

What soothes my brain at seven thirty on a Saturday morning? coffee and breakfast sound nice, but more sleeping would be better... maybe I can take a nap at nine.