sleepin, I'll be sleepin in your sister's bed
Today was one of those days that felt really good for no reason in particular. I like starting off my morning really early with Sawyer on walks, at hikes or at the dog park. Before I've even had coffee or while I am having coffee if I can manage doing two things at once. I like a feeling of being hit by the day when my dreams are still kind of right there washing over me. This whole extremely vivid alternate reality that I was living in moments ago, now abandoned for a forest & the crunching of some leaves, my feet which will inevitably move. Even in cities, to not get plowed over, my body will somehow navigate itself where it is supposed to go. I can always feel good first thing in the morning. i love the idea that something is new, fresh, just starting.
The opposite of a morning person is easy to spot. You will read this, you will have no idea what I am talking about, you will think "I am not a morning person." I have been annoyed with the company of none-morningers since my teenage years. This is probably because I am a light sleeper, because I will still wake up early no matter what time the party ends or how desperately I crave to stay knocked out. I have gone through spells of twelve hour love affairs with sadness and deep sleep, fever dreams & darkness. That's something else to. There is absolutely no morning then, I do not think there is even an outside world. You take cold medicine, or you take medicine for sadness. Or maybe you leave the house to go meditate or see a movie with a friend. Maybe to see a doctor. For your throat? Your ears? No-- your heart? Your head. That's a different matter. I've gone off topic.
What I was meaning to say is there are people who can sleep deep into the morning in some kind of deep natural sleep but when they must be woken (early in life for school, later in life for work) they are like little red eyed monsters, terrible cranky brats. I have sat across from pouty faced best friends at the breakfast table pouring large mugs of black coffee and thought "well, it would be reallllllllllllly nice if you could wake up now so we could go sight seeing & take this eight mile walking tour!" I get into it. You can shake me awake and I am could to go in a matter of seconds. I've had lovers that could have been soap opera coma patients. "Baby! Oh, Baby! Baby, Please wakeeeeee-uppppppppp!" I should put it on one of my to-do list to go audition for something like Days of our Lives.
Did Dr. Drake Ramoray ever wake-up from his coma? I'd really love to be the girl who was sent into fix that. He was a neurosurgeon wasn't he? When I wake him up maybe he could help me sleep a little bit better, close my eyes a little bit longer. I mean, I don't want to have any disconnect with my nights or my mornings. I'd like to know why certain people tell me they only dream in black and white. But then sometimes when I think about dreams, it feels like thinking about outer space. Maybe you can think about outer space and be totally okay with it. That's some functioning skill were supposed to have, right? When I was looking at those planets last month or the month before, the two new ones, that I guess are not new at all but that they just saw for the first time and the planets are blue and green but not in this galaxy (in a galaxy far, far away) and I can't wrap my head around it. I start to think about it and it feels the same way the inside of my head feels like--- which is like forever --- and that is when explaining something or me trying to explain this to you would be far too boring, much more boring than it's been thus far. It would be like really trying to explain a dream. And not a bad dream, but a good one. This thing that you experienced alone, went into by yourself & then were suddenly sucked out of-- and you're walking down some street, in this world which can be so grey, and it feels like well, wait, wait, look I am really good at this hold on a second- listen, I am good at this- I am a morning person but I was just having this really amazing dream and I havent even had my coffee yet and---
The opposite of a morning person is easy to spot. You will read this, you will have no idea what I am talking about, you will think "I am not a morning person." I have been annoyed with the company of none-morningers since my teenage years. This is probably because I am a light sleeper, because I will still wake up early no matter what time the party ends or how desperately I crave to stay knocked out. I have gone through spells of twelve hour love affairs with sadness and deep sleep, fever dreams & darkness. That's something else to. There is absolutely no morning then, I do not think there is even an outside world. You take cold medicine, or you take medicine for sadness. Or maybe you leave the house to go meditate or see a movie with a friend. Maybe to see a doctor. For your throat? Your ears? No-- your heart? Your head. That's a different matter. I've gone off topic.
What I was meaning to say is there are people who can sleep deep into the morning in some kind of deep natural sleep but when they must be woken (early in life for school, later in life for work) they are like little red eyed monsters, terrible cranky brats. I have sat across from pouty faced best friends at the breakfast table pouring large mugs of black coffee and thought "well, it would be reallllllllllllly nice if you could wake up now so we could go sight seeing & take this eight mile walking tour!" I get into it. You can shake me awake and I am could to go in a matter of seconds. I've had lovers that could have been soap opera coma patients. "Baby! Oh, Baby! Baby, Please wakeeeeee-uppppppppp!" I should put it on one of my to-do list to go audition for something like Days of our Lives.
Did Dr. Drake Ramoray ever wake-up from his coma? I'd really love to be the girl who was sent into fix that. He was a neurosurgeon wasn't he? When I wake him up maybe he could help me sleep a little bit better, close my eyes a little bit longer. I mean, I don't want to have any disconnect with my nights or my mornings. I'd like to know why certain people tell me they only dream in black and white. But then sometimes when I think about dreams, it feels like thinking about outer space. Maybe you can think about outer space and be totally okay with it. That's some functioning skill were supposed to have, right? When I was looking at those planets last month or the month before, the two new ones, that I guess are not new at all but that they just saw for the first time and the planets are blue and green but not in this galaxy (in a galaxy far, far away) and I can't wrap my head around it. I start to think about it and it feels the same way the inside of my head feels like--- which is like forever --- and that is when explaining something or me trying to explain this to you would be far too boring, much more boring than it's been thus far. It would be like really trying to explain a dream. And not a bad dream, but a good one. This thing that you experienced alone, went into by yourself & then were suddenly sucked out of-- and you're walking down some street, in this world which can be so grey, and it feels like well, wait, wait, look I am really good at this hold on a second- listen, I am good at this- I am a morning person but I was just having this really amazing dream and I havent even had my coffee yet and---