For the second time in as many weeks, I woke up a 2:23 am, first on a Monday, then this morning, a Saturday. I could easily assign some strange interpretation to this because I was born at 2:23 am, three minutes after my twin, who did not survive entry. But I won’t. I’m jus’ letting you know it happened and it happened again.

We stood at the edge of today,
The beginning of tomorrow,
Looking back at yesterday,
Seeing clearly our old life.
We took a deep breath,
Whispered our goodbyes,
We will never see us again.

First thing I think of when I wake from a sound sleep, long before I should, is ‘Why in the hell am I awake?’ While I don’t know this for a fact, I am under the impression that most everyone else has much the same thought as I do. So it’s nothing special.

As a general rule, my second thought is a trade-off between, “I forgot something” and “I need to write.” One appears for ‘normal’ than the other, seeing as how forgetful I’ve become in the last few months. Which reminds me, and speaking of writing…

While it hasn’t happened in a very long time, I accidentally published the story, “Born Again,” last night before finishing it.  &*^$?@%#>!  So you may want to go back and reread it as I have pushed myself to finish it.

This leads me to this final thought for now – perhaps I woke up because my unconscious mind realized the mistake my conscious mind made. It’s like medieval torture, only without the Rack or the Iron Maiden.

That’s enough.
Time for some coffee.

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