Cruel Ways of Waking Up

One of the most effectively evil ways my brain has ever tricked me into getting out of bed happened this morning.

I fell asleep and had a dream--a kind of pedestrian dream, in which I'd gone to a comic book store and bought two nice collected volumes of comics. One was the next collected volume of the Fables series, and one was probably a reissue of Ruse after CrossGen had put it back into print. I remember explaining the concepts of both to someone who was in the store or the dream with me earlier.

So I'm half awake, thinking, "hm, if I get up, I can go take a shower, and then go read a few pages of Fables before I have to go to work."

I open my eyes and abruptly realize that not only do I not have those beautiful collected volumes sitting on my dresser where I know I placed them, but that they do not, in fact, exist.

:P