I Hate When I Wake Up And My Brain Is Still Sleeping

I woke up around 2 am last night and stared intently at the clock for a couple of minutes trying to figure out what those strange red symbols meant. The power of my stare was enough to wake Rhiannon and make her think we overslept. I didn’t know if I should get up, go back to sleep, or recite an incantation in hopes of regaining my mental capacity for thought. Thankfully I just stayed in bed – it’s those types of situations where I end up with a glass of water on the counter with Starbursts in it and the milk safely tucked away in the cereal cupboard.