My clock reads 4:35 am now, and I seem ages away from getting any sleep today.
So I eat, I read, and let the mosquito fest in my room feast on me – the year’s delectable treat for them. (Come on here y’all, bring your grandchildren, bring your cranky neighbours, bring the crazy couple making out mid-flight, coz this blood is all ours tonight.)
As I read about the misfortunes of space shuttles through the woozing noises and subconscious gesturing of my roommate, who is immersed in deep scary slumber, I wonder, when is it that I finally get to do something I really enjoy. I wonder what it’s like to be able work to on things, with things that make one truly happy.
Right now, I see months of hollow droning and groaning ahead of me, patched up with morbid apprehensions and silent nightmares. And here I draw a blank, I simply cannot bear to look any further.
Need to get some sleep now.
P.S. : It’s 1 hour later, and am still wide awake.
No comments:
Post a Comment