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Well, it isn't quite THAT good. For you it probably means little. I wasn't sure if I would be able to wake in time for swimming today. Sleep has been awfully screwy for no apparent reason. I tried to get to bed early last night but that just didn't happen. I did rest for a couple of hours earlier, twice, trying to become one with the night, or at least become one with my pillow. Still, a 3:00 drop was as early as I have been able to do in a while. I set the alarms for 10:00, hoping if I couldn't wake that at least I would turn over quickly enough to set the alarms for 11:00 or noon, then go from there. I knew the prospects for a swim were slim. Right at 6:00, though, my eyes fluttered and... I was simply awake. It's not a bad type of awake. I'm not sore, tired, cranky, if I am not quite fully self-aware yet. The odds of a swim just increased to 40% from somewhere in the 5% range. I have a very good chance of falling victim to the gravity of my nature even yet. Time will tell.
In an hour or so I will make some sort of cream of something breakfast. That always helps. I have sausage thawed, maple flavor, which will work to add real protein to the meal. While I hate early rises, I love what the extra time allows. An early rise is a luxury with a serious price... one I would gladly pay if I only could. I love beating the sun up. Not to be self-depreciating, just honest, but it's the only time I might beat it during the day!
Had the oddest dream in there somewhere. I was being resettled to new constructions, along with my friend. Usually the housing held four to eight people per side in a duplex arrangement. Since both my friend and myself knew some of the people involved all through the process, we had gotten one side of the duplex to ourselves, and further, the builders had built our side as a two person domicile despite all the regs. The other side hadn't been completed yet so we had the run of the place for the time being. I was just showing my friend a new knife I had picked up, a slick, double sided, razor sharp, deal, with an enclosed grip... not a cheapy either, but a superior blade and build. It was evening and we were settling in. The camps were known for rough-housing and thuggery. They weren't policed and guns were taken.
As I was settling in to bed, my friend was over by the door, then we heard some racket outside. It sounded like a group was fighting past our window. I lifted the shades a bit, rattling the required chains along the bottom of them in doing so, and watched as a group passed. I couldn't tell who they were or, even, really, what was going on. They stopped a hundred feet out and it seemed like someone was on the ground. My friend then headed over to his bedroom. Then one of the guys nearest to our place headed toward our duplex. I was sure my friend had locked the door, if that really meant much. No phones, by the way, and no one to call anyway, not in the resettlement. There were guards, but just to keep us in. I was starting to believe the gangs were created to... keep people in line and to keep our heads down, they were sanctioned.
As a group of them finally had reached the door, they came right in. I'm not sure if they had a key, jimmied the door, or if my friend hadn't locked the door! Five of them were inside before I knew it. My friend headed over, he knew them. I got up, grabbed the knife I had showed my friend and another more pedestrian type of blade, but kept the visitors from noticing. The leader told us we were going to die, we had to since we witnessed the murder. Until then I had no idea someone had died but I knew it didn't matter, not with a confession now. If I couldn't figure out who he thought we were going to tell, even so? Perhaps they were merely after the "posh" digs? So I headed over, got between my friend and the thugs, and waited. As they headed toward me I gutted the leader before he took a full step, then stabbed the next in the neck... in the very right place. He couldn't back out as the others behind him were still pressing forward, unaware immediately what was going on at the speed of my attacks, and the dimness as dusk was settling in and curfew sees that electricity was cut as the sun went down, so just began gushing his last, pinned trying to go back against too many others advancing. I killed four of them, all told, before the fifth guy split like dry kindle under a good axe with a proper chop. The knife really was quite a good blade, by the way. I was satisfied with how it handled.
I shoved the dead and dying miscreants out the door and advised my friend to make sure to lock the door forthwith. He just... nodded... shocked either by the killings or my cool demeanor after. Hard to tell with people who really haven't done such things. I finally could get back to bed, I was tired. Interruptions just weren't going to ruin my sleep. I checked the door, locked it, then crawled in and slept like a babe.
Get cracking kiddies. Daylight is burning... somewhere. *bleh*
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