I was the most delusional I can ever remember being at about 5 this morning. I woke up (sorta) and was under the impression that there was a huge crowded line of people waiting for …. I don’t know. And someone was telling us how to fix the warped perspective in some photos.
(Keep in mind, I had woken up enough to check the time and read a text from Chris from a few hours earlier and know I was in my bed and that the bed cover was greenish blue and I was facing away from the wall and I needed to make sure to pack my jewelry because why hadn’t I already packed it?)
So after “waiting” in an unmoving line and being jostled around and wanting desperately to go back to sleep because I was getting up at 745, I realized there was a nasty smell that was keeping me up. I vaguely sniffed around (and yet didn’t move?) to figure out what it was so I could push it off the bed. Never figured it out and came to the conclusion that part of the bed/sheets just smelled nasty.
Eventually woke up enough to break the delusion of waiting in line and rolled over to face the wall. In doing so I became FREEZING cold. Like I was almost too warm facing the other way and suddenly it felt like someone had given me a surprise ice bath. (And this happened mid-rollover.) I ended up trying to find a comfy position and also refind the warmth like that but eventually gave up because I could still smell something.
Finally rolled all the way over and burrowed into a tiny ball somewhere around the middle of my bed. Started thinking about Legend of Korra and General Iroh II. Then suddenly it was 745 I “Tu Vuoi Fa l’Americano” was blasting me awake.
I swear it’s like I had a fever dream. But I’m pretty sure I didn’t/don’t have a fever.