Restful. Not So Restful.

Oh how human. You have a "restful" sleep. You zoned out for about 9 hours. Let the sun rise without you. That's rare. You should feel recharged and expectant. Face the day with renewed vigor. 

But of course, it's not like that. Dimly recalled dreams call into question your very existence. A sense of futility, missed connections, a series of failures and disruptions. And you wonder "What is my purpose?" And "Why am I here?" And "How the hell am I gonna make it thru?"

So, not really so restful. Or maybe yes, very well-rested and totally invalidated.  A headful of questions. I wonder if the coffee this morning can change the conversation in my head?