That would be referring to when I got up this morning. I was sleeping soundly as I usually do. Unbeknownst to me, it probably looked like this outside.
But anyone who knows me knows that I love my sleep. It's not only something I excel at but really enjoy. In my past, I have taken extreme and unprofessional measures to get the sleep I need. I am thinking specifically of a certain golf club I waitressed at on Martha's Vineyard, where I would lay down on the lovely carpeted bathroom floors if I had the morning shift and we had no cutomers. At one job in San Francisco, I also might have been known on occasion to "check out" the company van at lunch time so that I could take a nap in its cozy confines without being bothered. Ahh early 20's such a special time in a girls's life....
Anyway, I tell you this so that you get a sense of how precious my sleep is to me. So this morning when Adam woke me up at 6am to see if I wanted to go watch the sunrise with him my first thought was - I'm sure this is a dream. Then I started to remember that we had kind of talked about it last night, but I thought more in a we will have to do that sometime kind of way, not in the I'll wake you up at 6am tomorrow morning kind of way. Then I started thinking how lucky I was that I actually had someone who wanted to go watch the sunrise with me before he went to work, and that we actually lived in a place where we could do that. So I managed to pull myself out of bed, walk to the beach, and this is what I found:
The trim flat white I have every day at the coffee shop - $3.50. The cost to rent a new release from the video store - $8. Getting up to watch the sunrise with my man - priceless.