I feel like you’re trying to tell me something.

I woke up this morning, after hitting snooze three times, and sleepily walked downstairs and into the kitchen. Barely able to keep my eyes open, I reached into the cabinet and grabbed a coffee mug. I walked to the coffee pot and began to pour a cup.

Then, looking down at the mug, my mind came into focus, and I realized: I had accidentally grabbed a wine glass, not a coffee mug, from the cabinet. And I had poured red wine, not coffee, into it.

I feel as if my subconscious knows something I don’t.

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