Wake up and face the day

You don't really feel like you'd get much of a rest in the remaining half-hour before your alarm goes off. You always have trouble getting back to sleep after dreaming that dream anyway. You're not sure why, but you always wake up about as alert as you could be after dreaming about that mysterious, distant city. You set your alarm into "off" mode, roll out of bed, and head down the hall to the bathroom.

You make quick use of the toilet while the shower warms up. Your apartment is in a fairly nice building, but you often lament that the hot water heater never seems to do a particularly good job. Once the water has warmed up enough, you slip in and give yourself a good scrub. You briefly consider having a quick fap while in the shower, and fantasies of Carol, the hot administrative assistant at your office on her knees under your desk float through your mind, but you find your thoughts focusing too much on the voice from your dream, and you end up losing interest.

You have never put too much stock in dreams. You were never really into dream interpretation or any of that stuff, but you did have to admit that you were starting to wonder about these dreams of flying, soaring over that distant, captivating city, especially now that the city itself had found a voice to call out to you. Could there be something more to these dreams? Is this a topic worth thinking about, or should you just enjoy these dreams for what they are, a chance to see something more beautiful than you'd ever witness in your daily life?

You would have to worry about that later. For now, you have sufficiently cleaned yourself, and not wanting to waste any more time or water in the shower, you grab a towel and dry off. A quick glance at yourself in the mirror tells you it would probably be a good idea to allot a bit of extra time to shave before heading out the door; you aren't sure you want to head to the office with a 5:00 shadow at 9:00 in the morning.

Taking advantage of your early start this morning, you cook up a nice, proper breakfast of fried eggs, bacon and toast, then brew a hot cup of coffee to wash it down. As you sit munching on your breakfast and sipping your drink, your mind again starts to wander back to your dream.

Like most people, you rarely remember most of the details of your dreams, but somehow whenever you dreamed of that strange, beautiful city, you remembered every detail clear as day. Today is no exception, and again you find yourself pondering the beautiful voice that spoke to you. Time gets away from you, and as you swallow the last mouthful of coffee, you realize you had better get yourself in gear or you'll be late to work.