I woke up at around 9.30am today. While I was still half-asleep, I felt excited about something. You know, the feeling you get when it’s a big day or when you know something good will happen.
After a few seconds, I forgot what I was excited about. And I realized that there’s nothing to look forward to today or a reason to start my day this early. I could very well sleep ‘til 2pm and nothing will change.
I hope I remember what I was excited about.
Or I hope that feeling was an omen that something good will happen today.