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I woke up feeling a bit dazed thinking that it had to be time to get up soon. There was no rush as it was Saturday with no big plans on the agenda. I couldn't see across the room to check the time until I slipped on my glasses. The glowing blue numbers read 2:09 am.
"Why am I wide awake? I thought it was at least six." I said out loud to my husband as he rolled over. I heard nothing but a mumble.
It must have been the piece of leftover chocolate cake I devoured last night to celebrate my husband's birthday. My eyes lids closed and I slowly drifted back to sleep. After all, it was only 2:09 am.
Thirty minutes later . . .
I still had my glasses on and I woke up again as it was growing lighter in the room. Now the clock read 2:42 am.
"Hey. Isn't it really bright out right now for three in the morning? And I'm wide awake. Something seems strange." I stated to my husband as I felt the growing need to get him involved in this dilemma.
"This does seem strange. Pinch me. I'll see if I can feel it. Do you think we are in heaven? Is this what heaven is really like?"
He almost dragged me down that path as I started to open my mouth to respond with a disheartening, "Noooo." Instead, I rolled my eyes in his apparent attempt to be funny. (We were both currently reading books about heaven. Me: 90 Minutes in Heaven and him: Heaven is for Real, so I guess heaven was on his mind.)
He stumbled out of bed, looked at his watch. "It's almost seven. Guess it's time to get up! Are the girls still sleeping?"
"What do you think happened to the clock?"
Shoulders shrugged. "I dunno. Strange, huh?"
We never did solve the strange clock mystery, and just like every other time, I had to scour the manual to reset the time and the alarms.