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Its 2am. I can't sleep. I wish my first night in this new apartment would be less fraught with worry. I laid in bed, waiting for a phone call that I thought was mere minutes away, but it didn't come. I passed out for 30 minutes, and when I awoke everything was wrong.
My apartment suddenly felt extremely foreign; I guess I hadn't given it time to feel like home yet. But I had to get out, so I put my clothes on and went for a walk.
Without fail, upon waking from a nap my senses are particularly acute. And the universe tends to conspire to make the experience as weird as possible. Even 300 feet away from the electrical tower at the end of my block, I could feel the high voltage lines. It was like the magnetic field was charging me, setting up erratic currents eddying though my body. And the sound disturbed me like no other. The glow of a street lamp is completely wrong, if you stop to examine it.
So many of the houses I passed had their own lights on inside. Astride each, I couldn't help but wonder what compelled their occupants to be up at such a late hour. What a muddled state. My thoughts won't quiet.
I guess my mind is reacting to the absence of that part of me which is in a city far away, where someone I love is (hopefully) sleeping peacefully. Lucky pillow.
My apartment suddenly felt extremely foreign; I guess I hadn't given it time to feel like home yet. But I had to get out, so I put my clothes on and went for a walk.
Without fail, upon waking from a nap my senses are particularly acute. And the universe tends to conspire to make the experience as weird as possible. Even 300 feet away from the electrical tower at the end of my block, I could feel the high voltage lines. It was like the magnetic field was charging me, setting up erratic currents eddying though my body. And the sound disturbed me like no other. The glow of a street lamp is completely wrong, if you stop to examine it.
So many of the houses I passed had their own lights on inside. Astride each, I couldn't help but wonder what compelled their occupants to be up at such a late hour. What a muddled state. My thoughts won't quiet.
I guess my mind is reacting to the absence of that part of me which is in a city far away, where someone I love is (hopefully) sleeping peacefully. Lucky pillow.