Today I awoke hours before I expected I would. Lying in bed, I thought over the possible reasons for it. Did I have to urinate that badly? Was yesterday's dinner of coffee and donut not sitting well? Was the hunger (which I definitely felt, even at that early hour) sufficient to shorten my slumber? Or perhaps God was calling me to go streaking. He works in mysterious ways, I hear.
As I lay in bed, not yet feeling the necessity to get out of it, I thought of science fiction scenarios I've read where people unexpectedly come out of hibernation. In my experience, they usually don't end well.