Where Is Here?

I was in a deep sleep, dreaming, when I was pulled into a vague sleep.

In this very vague, foggy, nebulous, sleep entered the faintest thought, “Where am I?”

And slowly the thoughts starting drifting by.

Am I at my father’s house?

Mmmm, no.

Am I at my mother’s house.

No, not right either.

Am I at work?

Maybe, I work in a tall building… it could be windy.

No… mmm I am comfy, not curled over a desk.

Maybe I am in a car.

I am definitely moving.

But I am rocking back and forth kinda.

Damn alarm clock.

Could I be in a hammock?

No, I am rocking like on a boa….

SHIP! I am on my ship again!

I open my eyes and turn off the alarm clock.

But there is a smile on my face cause I happy to be here.

Stupid: Alarm clocks.
Cool: Sleep revealing how happy I am to be “home.”

(For those of you who don’t know, I quit ship life four months ago and started working in a building tall enough to sway in the wind. I did not expect to be back on a ship, and was nervous I had made the wrong decision by saying I would come back. Sleep revealed, it was the right choice.)

Here, by the way, is off the coast of New Zealand.