By Adrian George Nicolae
It’s time. At least according to the alarm clock. God, I hate it. I put it on every night before I sleep, and I stop it every morning when it rings. But do I get up? Do I get out of bed to drink that glass of water? Hell no.
I probably make it too hard for myself. How many decisions can one make when they are partially awake?
Stop the clock, get up, wiggle your feet, rehydrate, go to the toilet, dehydrate. A never-ending cycle that annoys me to death.
Just once I would like to sleep like a teenager.
Nice!
It was good in that it highlights all our good intentions, but maybe needed a bit of ‘saving grace’ – like she did sleep like a teenager through the silly, imposed ‘oughts’ of too many health channels. A cry for letting go and being natural and at ease. This is great praise from someone who likes writing to be more ethereal.
The Matrix is on tv right now. Your third paragraph smacked extra hard. Lol
Totally get this. I wish I could sleep. Like a teenager. Like a cat. Like Rip Van Winkle.
Nice bit of writing. The frantic pace of the story makes the point.