What was promised as a goodnight sleep came as a much distorted version of what would pass off as sleep.
I woke up with a resounding crick in my neck and a general broken feeling in my bones.
Was I wrestling in my dreams?
Of dreams I had plenty and idiotically odd to the point that I don't know how to describe them. Let's just say I wasn't me in the dreams, but another person; it was like I was the eyes of another person who was living a life and I was privy to all she was doing, including making out with a guy and even getting married to him and I have decided I'm not going to watch any series or anything right before bedtime because that stuff leaves an imprint in your head and you end up with anamorphic dreams of skewed versions of reality, that is to say it muddied up whatever real dreams I would have had.
Did I mention the rooster woke me up around 4:00am and thankfully so because my room had taken over a Siberian temperature what with the air conditioning working on a relatively medium temperature.
Now this ain't the season for air conditioners, because the weather here is clement to the point being cold in the mornings and evenings, and since the air is clean and sans pollution the afternoon sun can be harsh with a nicely cool and breezy weather, but the problem, as I have mentioned before is how this haunted manor has little in the way of cross ventilation, courtesy all the windows and doors that stay tight shut. Like a gargantuan packet there isn't a whole lot of natural sunlight and air coming through which keeps the house always looking dark and dungeon like thus necessitating the need for an air conditioner which gets so cold at night you almost thank the rooster for waking you up.
But wait, I shall keep on rambling and not say how on this occasion of lights and smoke I'd love to see a photo..
A very Happy Diwali to you my darling.
Hearts .
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