Oddly, now it did not seem,
Like I was waking from a dream,
I seemed to know upon open eye,
That I had slept multiple hours,
And let me fly,
Past where I was to be,
I had slept past the time where I needed to do,
Something in need of,
Needed to get my task done.
And yet I knew this,
And felt oddly calm,
Eyes open with a realization,
Of what was and was not,
And that I could do nothing for the hour,
Except rise and solve the few problems left,
The ones I can do with only an hour.