Sleep Walking

4am on the West Coast. Sula has to go out. Never happens so it must be urgent. No leash. In my pajamas. Hair like birds nest.
It is complete silence. Except. Crashing Pacific Ocean waves. Like a mantra over and over.
Close eyes, feel salty mist, hear a distant sea lion bark. Remind myself these are my new sounds. No trains, sirens, dump trunks or dumpster divers.
I must be dreaming.