I didn't want to wake up and then I didn't want to get up. I didn't want to get on my bike and dodge the taxis and the potholes and when I got to work I didn't want to be at work. But even if I went home again and tried to go to sleep it wouldn't be the same. The time has passed now, the park has gone.
We've lost the internet again. Already I lack stimulation, now still less interest is available to me. And my head aches. I suppose I should do something, but anything I can think of that needs doing fills me with horror. I've been talking to NIALL*, trying to get some useful advice out of him, but he keeps telling me to go away and calling me names ("You are lying in a sarky little creature") . I guess I've not been very nice to this NIALL.
Maybe I left part of myself in the dream.
*Non-Intelligent Acquired Language Learner