Some days are just plain lazy.
Sleeping through the major part of the waking hours becomes the order of such days. No matter how late you wake up; you would want to stretch yourself on the bed, at the first attempt available. All you would want then is to lie down and go past dead.
I would wake up and know instantly if one such day is about to impose itself on me.
It seems as if sleep calls upon me to rest upon my state of being. I can tell immediately upon opening my eyes if I would apparently fail to drag my day further without closing my peepers again. It wouldn’t make any difference how many teas I would have gulped down or for how long I may have ogled at the Computer. Then again, I master the art of falling asleep while sipping tea/coffee.. so that isn’t the problem really.
Staying on my own has certainly some stretched (or stretching) benefits.
I would wake up by 9am. After a hearty breakfast, few cuppas and some work, I’ll pass out by 12pm latest and keep tossing for the next 3- 4 hours. On lucky days, it would be for a couple of hours alone. I would keep waking up in between, switching off and on the a/c unit, checking my cellphone, toss and snooze. It’s different than those power naps of half hour. The surprising part is come night and I feel equally sleepy.
It feels really luxurious.
After all those years of night shifts and keeping awake; this is something I can live with forever. Not very many years back, I used to stay cranky because I couldn’t fall asleep. Not anymore! Infact, I am planning to go snooze time for a couple of days together. Actually, I could use a vacation sleeping away whole of my time and really not speak at all. A little watching television maybe. Or moving out to enjoy the serenes.. but sleeping for the majority of the time.
This was one such day!
What now? It’s past 12 (am) and I’m going dead.. (again) YAWWWNNNNNNNNN
zz.. zzzzzz.. zzzz.. zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz
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