My hand automatically flies over and crashes into something. Hopefully it was the alarm, since that blasted machine has finally stopped blaring.
I glance at the clock. Ugh. 6 a.m. Mornings and I do not get along, to say the least. Yet here I am, awake.
That dumb clock interrupted me from an awesome dream, too. There, I was sailing through space, seeing all the colored planets, the fiery stars, the weird aliens? Sounds vaguely familiar, but my memory’s fuzzy.
That settles it. I just need about ten more minutes. To complete the dream, of course.