Makes me wish I had just slept in

I have been sitting back idly, watching, waiting, and reading, staying mostly silent as I "take it all in."

When I woke up yesterday the news was already on. I've taken to falling asleep with one news network or another droning on in the background pretty-much all the time so it wasn't a surprise that talking heads were the first thing I saw upon waking. I was surprised, however that said heads were talking about something other than the "cliff" or the "slope" or whatever. Right away I knew something was very wrong, that something very very bad had just happened.

Usually, when I first wake up in the morning, I spend a few minutes reacquainting myself with the waking world, separating the fractured memories of recent dreams from the reality of the day. I snatch a sliver of dream out of the air a moment before it floated out of reach, to disappear forever. The second-long dream that I barely remember consists of one thing and one thing only: children flying.

Ten, Twelve, I don't know how many children flew over my head, holding hands and screaming (with joy, pain, sorrow?). They flew over my head in V-formation; I had to duck to keep from getting kicked by a tiny dangling sneaker spangled in pink and blue hearts. I ducked and by the time I stood up to look, they were banking right and flying, literally, off into the sunset. After the briefest moment, they were gone.

I rubbed my eyes and sat down to watch, what I absolutely knew was going to be, the ensuing horror.