Wake up in the middle of the night because you're so hungry you could just cry?
I do. To some, 4 a.m. is not the middle of the night, but to yours truly, it might as well be.
At 4 a.m. I was thinking about oatmeal and a bagel with my grandma's homemade rhubarb jam.
I wonder if my hunger had something to do with my dream.
I was playing hide and seek.
For hours it seemed.
With a bunch of grown ups.
And I was running around a lot.
And I was hiding in a gym locker trying not to breath loudly.
After a while I got tired of running and hiding and I wondered how long the game would last.
And then I realized it was a dream and so I woke up.
But then I was hungry.
And now I'm tired ... and hungry again.
Man, it's been a long day.