It was an idyllic setting. A sunny summer day. A river slowly rolling through a green wooded field. Jen and I were in a canoe rowing calmly along down stream. It was perfection in all it's glory. It was....
BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP
the alarm clock going off.
It seems I only remember my dreams when they involve something wonderful being rudely interrupted by the freakin' real world. Crud.
I hate mornings. I hate them so very, very much.
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