Because my parents were murdered near midnight on 12 Jun 09, I didn’t get the news for a few hours, with the first call letting me know something was wrong coming at 3:30 a.m. on 13 Jun.
This morning, I found myself instantaneously, preternaturally wide awake in the darkness. Mrs. M and the Hound remained zonked. I looked at the clock. It was 3:30. It took me another hour to fall back to sleep and get my remaining two hours before getting up to start my day.
The body remembers.