Ah Mornings, though I write this in noon, I didn't seem to have the time to update about a couple peculiar things about this morning reverie.
As you might be aware, general morning discipline has been rather lackadaisical; what with waking up early to pack lunch and fix breakfast and then sleep again, only to wake up a bit (late) eightish.
Those couple winks of forty or eighty also result in rather odd dreams, and I'm certain of walking the tight rope limbo somewhere between consciousness and comatose.
This morning, as I slept (the second time after early morning kitchen roulette) I heard voices and sounds. This, when I was asleep, and the sounds slowly penetrated my zzz's. The distinct sounds of door opening and closing, feet shuffling, someone walking, someone present or generally being about the house, in the bedroom, near my bed, sitting on the edge.. and I was asleep.
All these sounds I could hear in my dream, or through my dream or that they were amplified versions of some other happenings outside I could not say, but the sneaking suspicion that someone was in my house, even if it were in a dream lurked at the back of my head, and in fact it was my dream that forced me to open my eyes.
It's no easy feat, to be asleep and wake yourself up just because a demented dream is forcing you to open your eyes. My eyes felt glued shut. Of course they wouldn't open, cuz I was asleep, fast asleep, and it was a sneaky dream that forced me to pull myself out of my morning trance.
It's not like there was a ringing phone or doorbell or alarm, that'd jolt you from your sleep and make you take notice.
It was a calm sleep, and an idiotic morningmare forced me to wake up, to check if there really was someone in the house, if someone was actually sitting on the bed, whose feet could I hear? did someone enter my house, and my oh my, I pried my eyes open, and even then they wouldn't. I wanted so hard to give up and sleep, but NO.
giving it all the effort in my possession to sneak a peek through a slit that was wrenched through my eyelids to see nothing save my lashes, cuz that's how far I could open my eyes.
But I was awake, and the house was quieter than silence. No feet, no one on the bed..just faint distant sounds of streets being cleaned and rustling leaves.
I guess these soft tones of static everyday were strangely mutated to form a kaleidoscopic orchestra of spooky noises in my dreams.
As you might be aware, general morning discipline has been rather lackadaisical; what with waking up early to pack lunch and fix breakfast and then sleep again, only to wake up a bit (late) eightish.
Those couple winks of forty or eighty also result in rather odd dreams, and I'm certain of walking the tight rope limbo somewhere between consciousness and comatose.
This morning, as I slept (the second time after early morning kitchen roulette) I heard voices and sounds. This, when I was asleep, and the sounds slowly penetrated my zzz's. The distinct sounds of door opening and closing, feet shuffling, someone walking, someone present or generally being about the house, in the bedroom, near my bed, sitting on the edge.. and I was asleep.
All these sounds I could hear in my dream, or through my dream or that they were amplified versions of some other happenings outside I could not say, but the sneaking suspicion that someone was in my house, even if it were in a dream lurked at the back of my head, and in fact it was my dream that forced me to open my eyes.
It's no easy feat, to be asleep and wake yourself up just because a demented dream is forcing you to open your eyes. My eyes felt glued shut. Of course they wouldn't open, cuz I was asleep, fast asleep, and it was a sneaky dream that forced me to pull myself out of my morning trance.
It's not like there was a ringing phone or doorbell or alarm, that'd jolt you from your sleep and make you take notice.
It was a calm sleep, and an idiotic morningmare forced me to wake up, to check if there really was someone in the house, if someone was actually sitting on the bed, whose feet could I hear? did someone enter my house, and my oh my, I pried my eyes open, and even then they wouldn't. I wanted so hard to give up and sleep, but NO.
giving it all the effort in my possession to sneak a peek through a slit that was wrenched through my eyelids to see nothing save my lashes, cuz that's how far I could open my eyes.
But I was awake, and the house was quieter than silence. No feet, no one on the bed..just faint distant sounds of streets being cleaned and rustling leaves.
I guess these soft tones of static everyday were strangely mutated to form a kaleidoscopic orchestra of spooky noises in my dreams.
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