I had plans to eat breakfast at Barnhart with Dancing Physicist this morning. We were supposed to meet at the edge of campus at 10:30. I initially woke up a few minutes before 9. Since I'd gone to sleep some time past 1 in the morning, I snuggled into the pillow intending to sleep another hour or so, then shower and get going.
Dancing Physicist later remarked that his dreams during short periods of sleep tend to be more vivid and memorable. I had a dream about being raped. When I woke up the second time, I was sweating and it was 10:19. I had no time to shower, no time to fix the strap on my bag that broke yesterday, certainly no time to lie in bed and reorient to reality. I dressed in a rush, splashed some water on my face and hurried out to our meeting place, still rattled by my dream. I got there five minutes late, and Dancing Physicist wasn't there. I waited five more minutes, my stress level rising, and was forced to evaluate - was he TEN minutes late, or had he already left without me? I decided on a course of action that hedged all bets - walk back to my bike, locked up right in front of his window, and if he wasn't there, take the bike to get to Barnhart quickly. As I walked back I wasn't really anxious about anything in particular, but my adrenaline and general stress response was at an unpleasantly high level.
Dancing Physicist was in his room. There was a scheduled power outage during the night, and his alarm clock doesn't run on batteries. We didn't get to breakfast until about a quarter past eleven. After yesterday's light breakfast, late lunch and no dinner, the heavy breakfast food crashed my system and I was not enthusiastic about walking back. Now I'm just tired and feel like going to bed and starting over. I'll probably take a nap or something before I do my homework.
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