I have become an old birdie perhaps.
I love to remain stuffed up and snooze coiling my wings and claws against my body.. You know why we do that while sleeping or when sad? Because that’s how we are conceived inside a womb when we were formed! So at the slightest unpleasant provocation, as a reflex, we try to go back to our elementary form.
Perhaps, that’s the reason why I want to keep sleeping- the unborn baby keeps snug for about 36 weeks at a stretch. They cry out loud the 1st thing when they are born.. makes sense.
Ever watched a bird after a shower..? She would stuff herself up, so all her weathers would show by the count. That helps her to dry up. Most of the old pigeons (yeah- that’s right- them 🙂 ), keep snoozing throughout the day.
Any morning I try to do that, my peepers shut open like the Digital Camera pops the lens out. I haven’t really slept well in ages. Although I sleep without much stress nowadays, I am usually awake by 9am. I sleep late, almost past midnight. Sometimes after 2am.
Either my boss would dial me up- !@$%!@!; or my maid has to be given some work. She comes at around 9.30 in the morning- getting my newspaper too. Yawn…!!!
Snore.. Toss.. Yawn.. Yawn.. Toss.. Yawn.. Snore.. Toss.. Snore
As a thumb rule, the day I try to sleep; my peepers cheat on me and wake me up. Anyday my peepers wish to oblige me, my boss takes the turn. WTF!! I envy those bears who go hibernating in winters. Perhaps, I could do that in summers. Or whenever I wish to if offered a choice
For now- I am beyond any Yawn. I sleep like pigeons- waking up at the simple sound of rains or even wind. I start coughing whenever it’s storming outside. It’s a rarity for me to sleep deep without Breaks.
I guess I enjoy sleeping too- waking up every couple of hours to feel satiated that I was sleeping and still have a lot of time before it’s time to again look forward to dreaming time.
My eyelids are droopy and I am moving like a zombie. Maybe, I go dead now..
Anyways, I am the Royal Cat. Time for my nap.