My alarm goes off at 5:45 every morning and starts playing the local country music radio station. Jeffrey's goes off at the same time, except that it's usually a little earlier or a little later because our clocks aren't exactly synchronized. His is just an annoying beeping.
This morning I woke up and looked at my clock. It said 6:00. I stared at it for a while wondering why it hadn't gone off - before I realized that the radio was playing, and had been playing since 5:45 like always. I just hadn't heard it, at least not on a conscious level. They could've been talking about the Super Bowl or Christmas Cards for all I know. I had some odd dreams during that 15 minutes, something about song lyrics that didn't make sense and radio hosts who weren't in town and were missing their show, so part of me was listening. The radio hosts really are out of town - in Mexico and doing their show from there.
Thankfully, it didn't matter that I missed hearing the radio come on. Because of the cold, Jeffrey had already decided last night that he wasn't walking this morning, so we got to sleep in a little. Which is probably why I didn't hear the alarm - I knew I didn't have to get up.
