In the morning...

I heard the faint sound of the telephone as it interrupted my dream and pulled me back to the awkward embrace of my living room couch. Once again, in my desperate attempt to devour a few hours of precious sleep, I forgot to silence my phone. After a few moments of some melodramatic indie rock song, the phone stopped singing and silence draped itself around my small corner of the room. Well, that's not exactly true, the white noise of the television stilled played its part in the ambient soundtrack. I rolled over, (or more accurately, threw myself over) onto my side and pulled the afghan tighter around my body as I tried desperately to stave off the hunger of the early morning chill. I pulled my knees closer to my chest, took a deep breath, and exhaled. Every muscle in my body seemed to nestle deeper into the lumpy cushions of the worn out couch. It didn't even occur to me to wonder why I was on the couch instead of tucked tightly into the arms of my queen size bed and extremely plush down comforter. Another deep sigh. A little deeper into the cushions. As I teetered on the wall between sleep and wakefulness, I could feel myself being pulled back into the reverie of my previous dream.