IT'S TIME

"It's time!" said a voice in the darkness. Um, what? I was half-thinking I'd said it myself in my sleep, and had woken myself up in the process.

Time for what? The room was black and the air felt cold, the kind of chill you only get in the early hours of the morning when it does its absolute best to persuade you not to get out of a warm bed.

I reached for my phone and fumbled around for a bit before remembering that my phone was still in the Apple Store. I didn't have time to pick it up after work in the end, and so it spent the night in the soft-edged palace of glowing iMacs. I looked at my watch instead. You know, old school.

It's time, I thought to myself, wondering. It was as though a voice had reached into my dreams, into my core, and had somehow softly whispered those two words until they'd filled every part of me, reverberating through my bones and echoing against my skin.

The little glowing orb of my watch-face said it was 5am. That'd be about right. There'd be no going back to sleep.

What is it time for? If this is God speaking to me, I'm overawed but also not just a little bit helpless. Is there something I'm supposed to do? I lay there in the dark trying to remember what I'd been dreaming about. I've got no idea; the more you try to remember a dream, the further away it gets.

What I do know is that there's a sense of something in the air, and maybe it's the beginning of a new season. I don't quite understand it, but that's the feeling. That's not a bad thing - to be honest, change is the only remedy for boredom; it's just a pain if you don't like either.

I think there might be a new adventure coming up.

Anyway, I emerged from the duvet and got ready for work, trying to figure it all out. Whatever it might be time for, I want to be ready.