An odd dream that had me waking up in the dreaming world. My room was an amalgam of my current room and my old bedroom. The light was a very dim, deep blue light like twilight which only suggested at the shapes and shadows. I tried focusing but I couldn't make anything out of the gloom. One thing did stand out, a small white stuffed toy that I held at arm's length which had a definite outline.
Eventually I got up, the entire time I was sitting at the edge of my bed trying to take in my surroundings, I wandered over to a mirror. Upon looking into the mirror, my eyes adjusted or the surroundings brightened accordingly to allow me to see my reflection. My hair was short, like when I was just a kid, and my face wasn't my face anymore. A smiling Asian face looked back at me, mimicking the faces I felt that I was making.
It was four a.m. and I had to go to work. One of the thoughts that brightened my mood was that the bakeries or bagel places might be open already, having been open through the night baking the day's batch, until I remembered I was out in Colorado. Shit ain't open on Christmas in Colorado. Most folks stay in bed working the socially acceptable nine to five shift rather than taking graveyard shifts. Those shifts are only for nurses and the police.