Monday, 11 September 2017

sleepgasms like the sound of it.

After my last post about napping and relaxing, I found my feet walking towards a bed on their own accord and nestling among the soft pillows I keep there for purely cosmetic purposes my spine straightened and in this procumbent state of meditation I didn't have to as much have my thoughts fly when my eyes shut and I slept.
I woke up once every so timidly to a much darkened cool room than earlier only to realize it'd begun raining steadily and slept again and woke up fifteen minutes before I type this.

I slept an hour and feel a giant refreshed; nursing a warm cup of water (caffeine purge week) my back feels like it went through a reincarnation of sorts and by the heavens, it feels nice.

This is probably my second or third nap this year and I'm not ashamed. Sometimes you force your body to sleep and sometimes your body demands it, and when the body demands you listen that's how it's gotta be.

Wow, my neck feels it's been galvanized with love grease (whut?) ooh yeah. deliciously springy and each little click on with every movement ridding itself free of an invisible poof of exhaustion dust, regaining spinal elasticity.

Come to me Monday, let me embrace you and perhaps even kiss you in places you've never been kissed. 

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