I woke and the clock read, 3:33.
I thought...3...My mother was 33 when she had me. I was born at 3 (something in the morning.) Christ died at 33. 3, the number of the godhead. Earth, third rock from the sun.
I'm sure there are other significant 3s that have woven themselves into my life. Some might call them synchronistic.
I didn't stay awake contemplating.