Christmas bells, those Christmas bells

Every weekday morning my alarm goes off, and I am pulled from blissful sleep into cranky wakefulness. I stumble out into the hallway to turn my alarm off. (I put my alarm in the hall to force myself to get out of bed, but I always hit “snooze” once anyway).
So, normally I hit “snooze” and stumble back to my bed, pull the covers over my head, and snuggle down for nine extra minutes of sweet, sweet dozing.

Today, however, when I got back into bed, I heard the sound of bells. Church bells, chiming out a hymn (What a Friend We Have in Jesus, if you care) and I couldn’t really go back to sleep, because my mind was busy filling in the lyrics and wondering why church bells were chiming at 6:51 on a Tuesday morning. After a couple of verses of that, the bells switched over to Auld Lang Syne, another odd choice.

So I lay half-awake, in the pre-dawn darkness, listening to this surreality. And now I wonder if I dreamed the whole thing.