the cottage

Normal people's nightmares consist of falling into dark holes or being chased by ax-wielding maniacs or getting jilted at the altar or something else kind of exciting. 

Last night I dreamed the yearbook arrived--there were blank pages, pages put in upside down, and for some reason, each student's socioeconomic status was printed next to his/her name. 

So, when I woke up awash in stained-glass light san diego morning sunlight, on the couch in one of my favorite houses in the world, and I smelled the wonderfully strong coffee that Lydia was brewing and she brought me some before I could even pop my contacts in, I thought to myself, man, I need this day.