I usually like to give myself a little cushion in my morning commute by leaving early. Traffic is lighter. I'm not as stressed. And when I leave the house just a few minutes late, this is the price I pay. About at my halfway point, I top a hill, and bam! It's only for a minute until the road curves, but it's always a shock.
This morning was cloudy. Which is good, because I was definitely running a few minutes later than usual. Overslept. Lucky for me, I woke up my husband talking in my sleep, and he in turn woke me up to get ready for work.
I talk in my sleep pretty often. Sometimes not even in English...but that's a whole other post.