Waking Up

I helped the woman with her coat. “Diky,” she said. Thanks.

I didn’t answer. By then I was awake enough to know she wasn’t real. Not in the same way I’m real anyway (or someone’s totally yanking my chain). One thing about real people, something that sets us apart from the dark-haired Czech-speaking girl of my dreams, is that while we’re doing all this existing we have a location that we exist at.

Enter the first problem of the morning. I had no idea where I was.

This happens often enough to me (all that time on the road, I suppose), that I sometimes make a little game of it. I lie with eyes still closed as I drift back home from the Land of Nod, and try to work out just where I might be. Not a game, I guess, because at the time it is very important for me to know where I am, and sometimes opening my eyes doesn’t seem to help at all.

This morning, I was quite surprised when I eventually worked out that I was home, in Prague, enduring the Curiously Uncomfortable Couch. What the hell am I doing here? I asked myself.

Fully awake now, I’m still not sure how to answer that.

2 thoughts on “Waking Up

  1. Whoa … it looks like your next MOH is a really rare breed: possibly a “paying customer” — somebody in Allentown, PA, who arrived via the Software Hut and exited the same way.

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