I woke up this morning, as I do most mornings, with a start. My brain was already shifting into third gear while my body hadn’t even yet contemplated if there were still coffee in the freezer. This is my universe’s way of giving me a teeeeeeeeny tiiiiiiiiiny middle finger each morning. “Fuck you. Date a barista,” it seems to say.
But I woke up on the other side of the bed today.
Aside from my bed being a ghetto, full-sized futon decked out with a four-inch memory foam topper that, had I the inclination to donate it to charity, both Goodwill and the Salvation Army would respectfully decline, I’m a “still sleeper.” I wake up in the same place I fell asleep. If I slip into the left side of the bed, the covers on the right are hotel maid-perfect the next morning. And last night, I slipped into the right side of the bed, abandoning the left size due to a divot of unknown origin. So what that meant for my morning was this:
- When the alarm went off, it was significantly out of “smack” range.
- In reaching for the alarm in a semi-awake state, I rolled over on top of two cats, eliciting a hiss and something that sounded like a moose that cross-bred with a cow telling me to stick it.
- I was completely disoriented when I flipped on the lamp, wondering why the hell I had to travel through wildlife-laden territories to turn off the godforsaken alarm.
Things looked different.
And it was nice. Super duper. And even more so when I had the first cup of coffee in me.
When you wake up on the other side of the bed, you begin your day out of your comfort zone. Funny – we were comfy all night while sleeping, but the minute we’re put back into consciousness, the other side of the bed puts us in a state of discovery. Where am I? What happened? What do I need to do? What’s next?
I could apply metaphor after exhausting metaphor to finding a new way to see things, but this morning, I lived one. And as a result of something so simple. And between you and me? I’m still on the right side of the bed. Space heater kickin’, laptop clickin’ — uncomfortable never felt so comfy. So I’m curious – what was your PHYSICAL hallelujah moment? We get the emotional and metaphysical ones dumped on us to no end…weigh in. What got you out of the comfy place?