It's 6:15 in the morning. I'm standing at my kitchen sink, drinking juice, waiting for the water to boil for my coffee. I'm gazing out the window, completely unfocused. Ticking things off in my head. Do I have time to make Gabriel lunch? Is the fog going to clear? Where are my glasses? Did I remember to fix the button on my gray slacks?
All of a sudden I'm making eye contact with some groundskeeper dude, about two feet away from my face. I jump about a foot in the air. He grins from ear to ear, and waves at me. Confused and bleary, I wave back.
He has totally stopped whatever he was ever doing. He's just....standing there...staring at me. Slightly bothered, I nod at him again, and leave the kitchen.
Then I realize I've been standing in front of the open window in my underwear.