I was awoken in the early hours by a jolt of extreme and seemingly inexplicable horror. It took me by surprise because I remembered being in the middle of a perfectly innocuous dream. I switched on the light and looked at the clock: 0345.
I hate it when that happens. I got it once when the Japanese tsunami struck, and I always have the obvious sense that something terrible has happened somewhere. Unsurprisingly, I grow fearful that it might have something to do with someone I care for.
Oh well, I’m off out shortly and won’t be back until tonight.
Be good while I’m away!