was that a mexican knocking on my door?
I cancelled my trip to the gym this morning due to feeling a sore throat coming on. (maybe screaming at shirtless rocker chic from nashville pussy till 1am tuesday night had something to do with that? hmm... ) Either way, sore throats are always my body's way of alerting me "you better get some sleep or I'm gonna give you a cold!!" So with the threat of the flem-monster on it's way to my house, I decided to do just that: SLEEP!The problem with sleeping in *this morning* however, is that there's construction on our street again (grr) and so I was supposed to get up & move my car. But the thing is with this company is that they're really lax about actually showing up when they say - so most of us leave our cars out there past their warned 7am time and then just go out when we wake up to see if they actually need us to move our cars. (err.. atleast I do anyway)
So I woke up at 8am (even though my alarm clock was set for later... my body's on this new kick where it's waking up naturally on it's own - what's the big idea!? I'm trying to sleep in!!) Initially I fought waking up then, but realized I was actually quite awake and knowing I needed to move my car weighed heavily on my mind, so I decided to get up quick and walk outside to see if they had their gear out there waiting for everyone to move. Groggily, I put on clothes and walked out front - only to see everyone else was still parked on the street and there wasn't a construction person in site.
So I came back in and me (and my sore throat) slipped back into bed knowing just one more hour might help me ward off any cold. However, it was still in my subconcious that the construction people could show up any minute... and as I thought of that drifted into a deep, deep sleep.
I awoke to what I thought was a light tapping at my door. I thought, "Oh, they must know where I live, so they're being kind enough to knock on my door to ask me to move my car instead of towing it". Except this thought was in the middle of a deeeeep, deeeeep sleep... the kind where you just feel deleriously drunk and your eyes feel so heavy you can't even move, no matter how hard your mind is yelling "Someone's at the door, you have to get up!"
The light tap came again, and the person at the door said something this time... in spanish. I pictured a small Mexican construction worker at my door giving it one more chance before they gave up and went to the next house. My mind fought through the thick sleep, and I tried to yell, "I'll be right there", but as soon as I muttered it the weight of sleep held me down even harder and seconds later I realized that I *still* hadn't moved.
Finally I realized I needed to get up - this was my last chance and I didn't want to get my car towed - so I tore through the heavy slumber and sat straight up, fumbling for my glasses (but giving up when I couldn't find them) and staggered to the door.
Nobody was there. It was then that it hit me there never had been someone at the door and it was all in my deep sleep and subconcious stressing that I dreamed it all up.
Finally awake I went out & still no construction. The signs had been re-markered to say "11/7" as the start date... *sigh* that's how my day began.
