JimmieJoe / KC6YRU

I’m not sure when I first became aware of them.  That has to do with how I wake up most mornings. At some point I realize I’m awake, but I’m never quite sure just how long that’s been so.  Once I noticed them, it seemed they had been there forever.  But the thing is, they weren’t there yesterday.  Not even last night.  Now they were just there, and I wasn’t sure what to do about that.  Early on, I wasn’t convinced they were really there at all.
On some mornings the ceiling fan above my bed is the propeller of a huge plane, about to land on top of me.  Other mornings it’s an avenging angel ready to smite me for my heathenish ways.  Most mornings it’s just the fan, hanging above the bed.
So… when I first became aware of them, just sort of “there”, staring at me, I simply rolled over and thought to myself “no more Taco Bell that late!”.  The trouble was, when I rolled back over a few minutes later, they hadn’t vanished into the dream world.  This was a bit confusing, since it usually only takes a moment for the real world to assert itself, and banish the imagined back into the fog of sleep.
I did the eye blink thing.
Still there.
I did the eye rub thing.
Still there.
We stared at each other for a few beats, then…

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