Odd all night dreams that were a collage of me trying to make a space craft, looking for leftover noodles and finding peach flavored face cream instead.
It was surreal and tangible still; so much so that I could reach out and pluck the strings of that dream and create harmonious sleepy music.
Then, a marauding mosquito who was decidedly an anopheles Pavarotti commenced a rendition of its national anthem in my ears and thusly woke me up at an odd hour of 2:30.. what's strangers still is that I woke up fresh - probably comes about with sleeping at 9:30.
Ho hum. Not nearly 10:00 and the day is half done. The kitchen is alive with sounds of cooking lunch. Yes lunch. Because breakfast was done almost a couple hours back and in a short while everyone will be asleep.
Imagine wading through a syrup with lead boots. Monotonously slow and slothfully bored.
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