You awaken lying in bed, warmed by a beam of sunlight. You feel cozyconfusedmore awake than you've ever felt in your life.

Get up and drink coffee. Get up and drink coffee, but cautiously. Get up and drink coffee, but cautiously.

Fall back asleep. Fall back asleep, but cautiously. Fall back asleep, but cautiously.

Wake up from the dream.

The sweet embrace of sleep pulls you under. It feels deeper than usual, like there's something dragging you down. It also feels familiar. This might not be a sleep that you wake up from.

And yet you return to consciousness. And yet you return to consciousness. Again. And yet you return to consciousness, without cease.

You reluctantly leave your bed and put on some clothes. It starts to feel familiar. The kitchen is just down the hall, and you sleepily make some coffee. It smells delicious.

Check the mail. Check the mail, just in case. Check the mail. It doesn't seem worth it.

Make an extra large cup. Make an extra large cup, but carefully. Make an extra large cup, just for the heck of it.

There's some mail, I guess? Bills and stuff.Advertisements for life insurance, that sort of thing.An invitation to your high school reunion. I don't know. Your heart stops. It couldn't keep up with the excitement.

You return to consciousness. You struggle back to consciousness. Consciousness returns, sluggishly.

You get the largest mug you own out of your cupboard. As you fill it with coffee, your legskneeslower extremities suddenly give out. Your head bashes against the counter as your body crumples to the ground. Everything turns black.

You return to consciousness. You struggle back to consciousness. Consciousness returns, sluggishly.