The Hour of the Wolf

And unfortunately, I don't drink.

My Christmas Eve was the longest night I've experienced in quite some time and I wish it had been because of excitement for Christmas morning!

I woke up about 330 full of nameless dread. This made it a challenge of willpower to get up and use the bathroom. Fortunately, nothing ate me. I went back to sleep and found myself being chased down a wooded path by something. I entered a cabin, where I felt safe, until a big rig crashed outside and the dead driver became a zombie. It went downhill from there until I woke again, this time about 530.

This was my Hour of the Wolf.

I laid awake for a little over half an hour while my mind refused to let go of the fear and conjured up multiple unlikely but really possible scenarios to keep me awake and knotted up.

With some fervent prayer, I was finally able to sleep again and now Christmas morning awaits!