The sleepless waltz and two dreams
As I said, 7 is a recurrent number in my sleepless nights...So it's 3.27 tonight. I just don't believe it!
I turn in my bed for ten minutes, and then I give up and go for milk and last night's rerun of Law&Order, which I watch after moving the armchair from the kitchen to the living room. I drink my hot milk, feel my body go back to sluggishness, stretch my back, wait to the end of the episode so I won't go to bed too soon.
Aaaaaand....Nothing....
Sleep comes to me a long time after what I thought, and by the way, it is full of awful dreams.
Dream number one stars me and Simon (Simon? Annoying childish 37-year old English housemate of my Welsh life? What the hell, what the hell, WHAT-THE-HELL!) and a hammock which I try to call by its real name (???) after being prompted by a guy standing near it, and the resulting word, which I cannot utter for the life of me, sound like "ally" (WHAT??? Some language-freudian-or-whatever specialist to analyse this, please).
Dream number two is oh so so so bad!!!! A proper nightmare, ladies and gents, and of the worst kind! It features the grasshoppers outside my window (yessire, they are still there! Now that they are friends and have made themselves at home, no doubt they don't want to leave), my window which I cannot close (my current worst dream in real life: I want to open the window, I'm scared because of the gigantic grasshoppers, when I actually opened it a bit to let some fresh air in I came back two minutes later to see that the (then only) two beasts had moved an inch towards the room, so I closed the window, or should I say tried to close it since it wouldn't, and soplease picture me pushing like some American cop on the door of some possible drug-dealer or such, only the American cop would want to open the door, and I am desperately trying to close it forever!) (...a-hem...I made it in the end...and boy am I NOT going to open that window again! Fresh air can come from the other 6 windows of the floor, right? And it's winter, so do I really want cold drafts in my room?). So anyway, grasshoppers on stage, window-that-won't-close on stage too, enter...a toad! Who's crawling upside down! FUCKING SCARY, and excuse my French! It's all dark green with a white "belly" (?) and it moves back and forth on the window sill.
Boy oh boy, how tired I am when I hear the radio playing "Downtown" at 7.15 (nice to hear that song, though, long time no hear), and how tired I am NOW!
A thermos of white tea on my desk, and the loopy question in my mind: why didn't I stay home today???
Another loopy thought: pleasepleaseplease let Saturday be as nice as it is now! I need this weak sun shining on yellow leaves and a quiet walk!
Although my weekend plan has changed, actually, so my afternoon will be a visit to bride-to-be friend who's just back from the hospital...
And now excuse me, I need a coffee or two...
I turn in my bed for ten minutes, and then I give up and go for milk and last night's rerun of Law&Order, which I watch after moving the armchair from the kitchen to the living room. I drink my hot milk, feel my body go back to sluggishness, stretch my back, wait to the end of the episode so I won't go to bed too soon.
Aaaaaand....Nothing....
Sleep comes to me a long time after what I thought, and by the way, it is full of awful dreams.
Dream number one stars me and Simon (Simon? Annoying childish 37-year old English housemate of my Welsh life? What the hell, what the hell, WHAT-THE-HELL!) and a hammock which I try to call by its real name (???) after being prompted by a guy standing near it, and the resulting word, which I cannot utter for the life of me, sound like "ally" (WHAT??? Some language-freudian-or-whatever specialist to analyse this, please).
Dream number two is oh so so so bad!!!! A proper nightmare, ladies and gents, and of the worst kind! It features the grasshoppers outside my window (yessire, they are still there! Now that they are friends and have made themselves at home, no doubt they don't want to leave), my window which I cannot close (my current worst dream in real life: I want to open the window, I'm scared because of the gigantic grasshoppers, when I actually opened it a bit to let some fresh air in I came back two minutes later to see that the (then only) two beasts had moved an inch towards the room, so I closed the window, or should I say tried to close it since it wouldn't, and soplease picture me pushing like some American cop on the door of some possible drug-dealer or such, only the American cop would want to open the door, and I am desperately trying to close it forever!) (...a-hem...I made it in the end...and boy am I NOT going to open that window again! Fresh air can come from the other 6 windows of the floor, right? And it's winter, so do I really want cold drafts in my room?). So anyway, grasshoppers on stage, window-that-won't-close on stage too, enter...a toad! Who's crawling upside down! FUCKING SCARY, and excuse my French! It's all dark green with a white "belly" (?) and it moves back and forth on the window sill.
Boy oh boy, how tired I am when I hear the radio playing "Downtown" at 7.15 (nice to hear that song, though, long time no hear), and how tired I am NOW!
A thermos of white tea on my desk, and the loopy question in my mind: why didn't I stay home today???
Another loopy thought: pleasepleaseplease let Saturday be as nice as it is now! I need this weak sun shining on yellow leaves and a quiet walk!
Although my weekend plan has changed, actually, so my afternoon will be a visit to bride-to-be friend who's just back from the hospital...
And now excuse me, I need a coffee or two...
posted by Peggy @ 9:47 AM
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