the other side of the mountain

According to the people who know these things*, fear of the dark is something that is hard-wired into the human psyche. This may or may not be true (I’m too lazy to look it up), but if it is, then I seem to have broken this programming, because there are few things that terrify me more than waking up in a room filled with light**. If my return to consciousness is also accompanied by the sound of birds twittering joyfully in the tree outside my window, my sense of dread is increased by an order of magnitude.

What the hell is wrong with me? This is the third time in as many weeks that I’ve forgotten to set my sodding alarm. I’m not concerned about being late for work – my company operates on a flexitime system, so while this remains a theoretical possibility, I’m not really prepared to put in the extra effort just to prove it can be done. No, the thing that scares me about oversleeping is that I’ve missed my window of opportunity to be on the roads before all the stupid people wake up.

Not an auspicious start to spring. Indeed not.

* You know – THEM

** Maybe a room filled with light AND spiders