2:32 AM.

I was performing ‘One Day More’ from Les Miserables, with a full cast, choir, and orchestra.  I was singing boldly, loudly, operatically.

I woke myself with my own blazing voice and flailing arms.

(This reminds me of the night Robb stomped all over the bedroom, waking me in a frenzy, trying to ‘take care of the mice.’)

It’s probably best that I sleep alone these days.

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