Communing with nature?

Last night, due to the wonderfully warm weather, I slept with my windows open. The nice breeze drifting in was soothing and comforting.

Yes, a wonderful pathway to dreamland.

And then I was rudely awakened by some neighbor's dog outside barking his damn head off.

A morning person, I am not. Nor do I particularly enjoy the middle of the night. And so when I wake up from a nice sound slumber, I'm not really very happy.

Eventually this mutt from hell finally shut his yap, and I once again drifted off into dreams of varying things, blissfully passing the hours away. What were my dreams? I think they were pretty good. Maybe of earlier times when I was happy and at peace with the world. Or maybe of walking through meadows and picking wildflowers.

Then some damn birds started chirping! What is with birds? Why do the freakin' start chirping at 5 a.m.? Why?!!