I dreamt for hours. I dreamt of everything. I dreamt of so many things I was left with dreaming about straightening books on a shelf. Woken by the sound of something moving in my room, real or imagined it didn't matter, I caught the clock as I was scanning the darkness. And saw I had only been asleep for 17 minutes.

I fucking hate Monster dreams. This is the one place caffeine still has an affect on me.