I wake from a dream dazed and confused.
It was dark and cold. I don’t know where I am. The true-to-life dream about the poor bunnies had my mind in Northern Europe. Is that where I am?
I’m alone in this bed and I didn’t know where I was. Which hotel is this? Where am I sleeping? It’s cold in here. What time is it? Where are my glasses?
Oh wait. I’m not alone. I must be home.
What time is it?
3:36am. Of course it is. It’s always 3:30 when I wake up like this.
I try to go back to sleep, but it just isn’t going to happen. The dream and jetlag will have me up the rest of the morning.
Time to turn on the coffee.