My flat-screen hotel TV turned on by itself at six this morning and began
flashing my full name and making noises, saying, "Time to wake up."
I thought this must be some sort of dreamworld poeticism. Then I realized it was real.
I went into panic mode, thinking some sort of time had come.
Then I realized it was my wake-up call. Snow was softly falling out the window.
Everything got quiet. I slowly fell back asleep.