Noontime
Waking up at noontime is a horrible feeling, because I generally never sleep this late. My brain sucks me back into sleep though and it's very difficult to resist. Making myself get up is never something I have ever really triumphed at, and today was an utter and staggering defeat.
But there's something nice about it too. I can hear the world at work outside my window (I live on Main Street, so this makes it even more obvious that everything else is bustling while I remain in my cocoon). I hear buses sigh to halts, people talking, cars beeping, the sounds of a small city breathing in and out and keeping itself going. I remain inside, in my bed, with messy hair and my three books on my bedside table.
I am horrible for reading three books at the same time. But I am doing it.
Today I will have plenty of time to fulfill the goals I have set for myself before I go to work. I will mail some things, and go have a picnic in the park.
WHIRLWIND DAY, I know.
But there's something nice about it too. I can hear the world at work outside my window (I live on Main Street, so this makes it even more obvious that everything else is bustling while I remain in my cocoon). I hear buses sigh to halts, people talking, cars beeping, the sounds of a small city breathing in and out and keeping itself going. I remain inside, in my bed, with messy hair and my three books on my bedside table.
I am horrible for reading three books at the same time. But I am doing it.
Today I will have plenty of time to fulfill the goals I have set for myself before I go to work. I will mail some things, and go have a picnic in the park.
WHIRLWIND DAY, I know.