Dream a Little Dream

Mornings are the hardest part, before I’ve found the day’s current to carry me along.  I haven’t slept well since they left.  I have vivid, unsettling dreams about… everything.  I wake up during the night confused where I am and what’s going on.  When morning finally comes I bury my face in the pillow and lay under the covers until I can talk myself into getting up.  “Think of the work you have to do before school.  Momie will be coming by with bread soon…”

I’ve dreamed about math a lot lately, waking up in the middle of correcting papers.  As nearly as I can tell I’m doing it all right, which is awesome and frightening, that I can literally do WAEC math in my sleep.  Yesterday I sat up with a jolt with a counterexample to prove Festus’ formula for combinations was incomplete.  “Oh God,” I muttered to myself, “get up and do something else!”

So I finished my wash.