The Black Spot

Good Morning!

I beat my alarm clock in the race to wakefulness today. To spite me, it started to alarm right as I took my first sip of my morning coffee. There is nothing worse than having the peace of sipping an espresso quietly out of a sake cup shattered by a cell phone's rendition of "When the Saints Come Marching In" at top volume. Err, scratch that. Espresso spilled onto your lap from being startled is much, much worse. Man – those sake cups keep liquid hot like lava!
So, last night as I drifted off to sleep, I realized that I hadn't turned my alarm on for the morning. My bedroom has neither clock nor window, so ensuring that I get up at a proper time is a responsibility of an object that sits on the kitchen counter. This ensures that I need to get out of bed to turn the obnoxious thing off. However, last night it also ensured that I had to get out of bed to make it nice and obnoxious for today.

When I sat up, I noticed the black spot – a dark round patch floating about 5 feet off the floor in front of me. At first it thought it was just my eyes, but ultimately the spot stayed in the same place, not following the motion of the head. It remained there as I turned up the sound on my phone and as I crawled back into bed.

After a night of dreaming about having the ability to freestyle rap the flood waters out of Iowa, I awoke to find the spot was gone. Freaky-tiki.

Waffles!