Up at 1, Down at 3

I woke with a start. I was dozing off, but sometimes, when I'm falling asleep I'll have the beginnings of a dream and jump or trip or get surprised and I'll wake up trying to jump or catch myself or run away. So I was scared out of sleep, I don't know by what but I know it was scary.

When I'm woken up this way I check the house. Check the doors to see if they are locked, and check the rooms to see who or what is in them and check on the cats to see if they've gotten into trouble. I was stumbling through the house, awake and asleep, and I looked out the back window.

The yard was a pale grey. Quiet, nothing moving and silent. I dropped into a chair, I reclined back and slept. I woke up sore, my neck wasn't in the perfect position and chairs while you can sleep in them aren't the most comfortable. I got up and looked out the back window again.

The yard was lit up by the bright silver glow of the full moon. There was a shadow cast by the house, but the light was so bright every exposed part of the yard glowed in the spectral light. I was amazed, in two hours the full moon had come out and I was alone in it's quiet presence. If I had been more awake I would have wandered outside to bask in the moon light. Moon lit nights are nice, the world is quiet. Out of a seeming respect for the moon and her monthly chance to shine. The sun comes everyday, but the moon only for a few days gives light to the world.

I grabbed the blue blanket, more accurately it's my 'safety blanket'. I had one similar to it when I was a child and It gives me fond memories of working with the youth at church. It was left behind by a teenager running off to do teenager things and so I inherited it, something left over in the van.

I went back to my real bed, but seeing the silver light of the moon, feeling secure in my blanket, that put me to sleep.