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Early Morning Timeline

3:40 am - My husband nudges me awake to go check on our son. When I reach my son's bedroom he is standing in the middle of the room throwing up. He never made it to the bathroom though he clearly tried. My husband and I start cleaning up the mess while my son takes a quick shower and hops back into bed, apparently feeling better already.

4:30 am - My son is sleeping soundly. My husband and I are completely awake. I try to sleep. My husband turns on Netflix and starts watching a movie. I try to watch with him, but I finally give in to sleep.

4:45 - 7:00 am - I sleep on and off and finally wake up because I've had a nightmare. In my dream, my husband and I are trying to board a flight home when he suddenly disappears. The flight agents make people run to the exit door. I yell at them for causing a stampede. There's a final call, I think, but my husband is nowhere to be found, and the flight leaves without us. The only reason I know that is that I see the flight agents driving away. I stop them, but realize I have no argument; my husband is still missing. I wake up feeling upset until I realize I've been dreaming.

7:30 am - I nudge my husband awake. We have plans for the day and we need to get going. Before I get up, I check social media and read about the attacks in Belgium. I text my daughters in NY. Something to do, but nothing to be done.    

7:59 am - Still in bed. I'm going to get up and get us ready for the day. Breakfast and coffee would be a good beginning.

Have a #terrifictuesday

Cross posted to Two Writing Teachers Slice of Life March Challenge, Day #22.
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