Things that have woken me up this week:
A hard pounding rain that powered away the last of the snow in the back yard and signifies that spring is near to hand.
The lillies on my dresser finally dying, dropping their thick rubbery petals with quiet thumps in the night.
A dream where I was caught prevaricating, being disingenuous, willfully ignorant. When I take a sip of water something enters my mouth, and I am suddenly spitting out a scorpion. He scuttles away, but I am left with one rough leg stuck between my teeth.