Woken up.
I gathered my self to get up. I felt tired, my eyes heavy. I accepted this. None of my habitual resentment. I brought to mind my choices. To be excited or to be in shame. I consciously chose excitement.
As soon as I did, I think, I felt some excitement and someone embraced me. I remembered that I had already woken up, and that I was most certainly dreaming. Despite the good feeling and excitement I felt, I made a conscious effort to look at who was embracing me.
The impression was not exactly a face. It was of an aggressively snarling visage that quickly disappeared. One by one, each of it’s body parts disappeared as I focused on them until there was nothing left of it. The sensation of being embraced faded. I felt no real alarm or surprise. But a dull sort of misgiving came over me.
Just after that, I felt a surge of energy and popped out of bed.
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