I hope, my pre-hibernating state will disappear soon. I'm not saying that I don't enjoy it since my summer was a nightmare in terms of sleepless or interrupted night's sleep after all. However, this constant drowsiness is a tad vexing. Why can't I simply hit the sack and sleep through the night uninterrupted, and wake up the next morning full of energy? Right now, I feel like a sluggish grizzly before winter trying to find its way to its cave. Even after Ági's foot massage, I had to take a horizontal position because my eyes were acting weirdly. They couldn't resist gravity, so I had to plop myself down and have a short kip. I thought I'd slumber a bit, but when the alarm went off after 15 minutes, I knew I had to jump out of the chair, otherwise, I wouldn't have been able to avoid falling into a coma-like sleep. I felt like I was on the verge of losing control over my conscious self. It was like balancing on a thin rope over a precipice, unable to resist the pull of the abyss. Anyway, suffice it to say, after my today's performance, I could easily win the International Yawning Competition in all categories.
When I woke up this morning, I knew the day wouldn't be an active one. Nothing sinister happened that would have suggested anything unexpected; it was rather one of those intuitions that depicted how the events of the day would unfold. This gut feeling strengthened when I grabbed Abby's leash and took her for her early morning walk. She was as inactive as I was, and the speed and length of our walk corroborated this theory. We ambled back to the house momentarily. After this painfully short-lived stroll with a surprisingly exhausted canine, I sat in front of the TV, munched my breakfast and slurped the much-needed black nectar in the form of a strong espresso. What a surreal still-life this was. Especially considering how many episodes we have watched from one of the currently watched series. As my system started to absorb the caffeine, switching my wee brain into the first gear, the haze dissipated over today's schedule. Harnessing this ephemeral clear state, I rushed into...
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