But my mind had other plans.
Specifically, to go over and through and analyze every moment of the zombie show from last night. I flipped my pillow, I rolled over and disrupted peaceful dogs, I stretched and curled and tried to think of other, less freaky, things in the dark hours of the morning.
And then I heard it.
The shuffling walk of a zombie.
Right outside my bedroom door.
That's it! I'm up! And every light in the downstairs is on and I'm on my second cup of coffee and the dogs are still sleeping in bed.
Turns out it wasn't a zombie after all. Huh. I could have sworn it was!