It’s Linda G. Hill’s Stream of Consciousness Saturday and the prompt for today is: “the first 3 words of the first full sentence.” 1. Grab the closest book to you when you sit down to write your post. 2. Open it to a random page. 3. Locate the first complete sentence on that page. 4. Use the first three words of that sentence to start your post, then take it from there–write whatever comes to mind. That’s it! Have fun!
In the looming arrival of consciousness, I keep my eyes tightly shut. When I open them, I see the blue, digital numbers of the clock radio on my night table blinking 5:08 a.m. in the darkness. I close my eyes, waiting to see if the little gerbil in my mind is running on his exercise wheel this morning, spewing random thoughts and tasks for the day from the spinning wheel. If so, then I know sleep is only wishful thinking and I might as well get up and get going. But, no, he is quiet this morning. I feel peaceful and so close my eyes again and enjoy the warmth of the covers, the softness of the pillows and the calm of the early morning.
Soon after I close my eyes, sleep pulls me gently down, down, down. It feels like falling into a lake of clouds and I let myself sink deeper and deeper. Amid the haze of mist and fog, come wild dreams that make no sense. They’re not scary, just filled with people I don’t know and stories that have no rhyme or reason.
When my eyes open again it’s 6:15 a.m. The cat, who seeks warmth, often sleeps at my feet in winter. She jumps down from the bed, landing on the floor with a thud, only to return in a few minutes, purring as she settles back down. “That cat is smart,” I tell myself. “She is telling you to stay in bed. It’s a cold, wet January Saturday and there’s not a reason in the world for you to get up.” So I stay. And soon enough, I’m drifting off again, back to the land of clouds and sleep-induced hallucinations.