I woke up suddenly, feeling disoriented. What time was it? Okay, 2:45, almost three o’clock in the morning.
I stumble, doing my own personal waltz, one step forward, two steps back and one to the side, before I find my rhythm and walk in a fairly straight line to the bathroom.
I remember now. I was in bed, reading, and I kept dropping my book and nodding off. Time to go to bed, and do what activity that required. But I was too tired, so I turned over, made myself comfortable and closed my eyes...just for a minute...and fell sound asleep.
Just a little nap, at eleven o’clock at night? Before I go to bed? How silly is that?
And all of that, the reason I was up, in the bathroom, washing my face and brushing my teeth at three A.M.