Last night I went to sleep around 3 am, despite my efforts to lay down earlier. I don't remember any of my dreams, but it doesn't matter. My baby sister came up the stairs with her fine tawny hair tired up on her head, around 10:15 this morning and told me in her squeaky little voice, "Sis-seee, Mama says it's time to get uuup!" And then she ran back down the stairs.
I'm inclined to be annoyed to be woken up, just on principle, but two facts make annoyance a stupid feeling to waste my time on:
1. My four-year-old sister is possibly the cutest kid in the world, and it is now her job to wake me up in the mornings. Much to her nosy little delight. How can I be annoyed at the very thing that makes her so happy?
2. I feel well-rested for the first time in weeks, having gotten more sleep (without the influence of painkillers, anti-psychotics, anti-depressants, weed, or alcohol) last night than I can remember getting all summer. Seven hours of pure, natural sleep. Feels good.
Being well rested does not preclude me from trying to take a nap later, though.