*looks bleary-eyed out the window at the bright sunshine streaming down*
“Fuck”, she mutters and wonders if she can pretend that she hadn’t woken up.
I had the worst dream last night. Most of it is pretty confused but the part I do remember had me and the Girl in a poorly built house trying to stem the zombie tide. These were not your average B-movie zombies either. They were grotesque and horrible and hungry. It was awful. I woke up screaming. J had to comfort me and tell me a story to make me go back to sleep.
Yes, I know that I am an adult. I couldn’t shake the imagery without someone distracting my brain.
That happened at 3 AM this morning. Sleep after that little gem of a dream was light and dozish, at best.