The last thought from my dream trundled through my head. Something to do with the hour of 10:15am. And then I realised.
"I'm concious," I thought. I didn't want to get up yet, so I lay still for a while.
"I'm hungry," said a voice inside my head. "I wonder what time it is."
"Well, he went to bed at 5am," said another. "It's probably around 1pm."
"Nah, he'd never sleep in that much." said yet another voice. "It'd be more like 12pm."
"Or 12:30pm," said the first voice.
"I still say it's closer to 1pm."
"Yes, it is!"
"Ok, there's only one way to find out." The voice turned its attention to me. "Look at the clock."
I gave this some thought. I didn't really feel like moving. But if I didn't look, the voices would just pester me until I did. After a few moments I sighed, and reached over for my mobile phone. Glancing at the time, I saw it was 10:45am.
"Aawwww, weak!" A chorus of indignant cries went up as the voices realised they'd got it wrong. I closed my eyes, smiled smugly to myself, and lay back down to the sweet silence of sulky inner monologue.
I didn't get any food last night when I said I was going to. I'm starving! Off to get breakfast...