Woke up to a Roxette song and a scattering of dreams in my head. Where dreams go, I do believe the sandman was sitting on my eyebrows, shoving dust by the sackfuls this morning. My snooze button gave up on me and each time I willed a grand wake up, I'd dream the moment I blinked my eyes.
Dreamt that I'd been sleeping in jeans, with a facial mask that had gone hard and set stiffly on my face and kept wondering why I did that.
Also dreamt I had a step son (wtf) and I thought he was gay when he actually wasn't.
Uh, ok.
I had to wake up really early today and by the time I was finished with morning chores the time was barely 6:00am, and even though it's normal for most of the world to start waking up that time, I couldn't think up one singular reason why I'd wish to stay awake, considering I had nothing of such rushed urgency on my plate, and thusly decided to go on a nap fest, only to wake up a couple hours later.
The problems with second nappings are that they tend to be lusciously sweet, tender, forbidden fruits, and that makes it all the more harder to wake up at intended times; also second wakings usually strum on sore muscles from previous day's work out.
So, today. I'm hoping it'd be sunny, though of that I've yet to see any proof. It's a bit on the sepia side, not absolutely sunny, neither hopelessly dreary.
Here's to wishful thinking and instant gratification then.
Soon..
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