Yes, I see it for crying out loud

It was 6am. The bed was being “wiggled” and I was deep in sleep, and I didn’t realize the reality of it all. The Man has found that “wiggling” the bed irritates me while I sleep enough to wake me up. He doesn’t know the torture I plan for him once I am awake enough to form coherent thought.

I woke up half dreaming about my mother. Now that’s a disturbing thought in and of itself. But The Man then has to mess with me while I’m still in dreamland. Talking to me and I just talk back. You know you are coming out of a dream when you are saying stuff like. “Yes, I see it for crying out loud” and your eyes are still shut.

I was having the conversation with my mother, but The Man’s voice was the one answering back this morning. It’s hard to feel stupid when you are still lost in that abyss. You talk, then you stop, trying to lift the fog of sleep yourself. You know you aren’t making sense, but you are helpless to stop the babble spewing from your mouth. The Man laughs, “WHAT” he says, trying to get you to say MORE nonsense so he can remind you of it later in the day. Nothing makes you feel violent in the morning than The Man taunting you at 6am. He wonders why I punch him in the arm so much.

So mom, I was dreaming of you this morning. I know you are on vacation, but wanted you to know that we were having a good chat until you were asking me something about seeing it. For the record, “Yes, I see it for crying out loud.”