I couldn't stay asleep last night. I woke up at 2 am, 4 am and then 7 am to go to school.
At 4, I woke up, got out of bed and went downstairs to the bathroom, where I looked at myself in the mirror and sang a little song to myself, passing time until I felt sleepy again. Looking out the door of the bathroom, somebody gave me a what-the-hell-are-you-doing look. I wasn't quite sure who he was, although I remember seeing him earlier that day. His presence didn't really freak me out. I just turned off the light and went back upstairs to go to bed.
I woke up tired at 7. Shaking my head, I realized - I'd just dreamt about not being able to sleep. Shaking off the remnants of the dream, I thought, "It's gonna be a looong day."
It's like the Calvin and Hobbes where Calvin dreams of waking up, changing, and starting to eat breakfast, only to wake up and realize it was all a dream. Maybe life really is just a dream, sweetheart.