I went to sleep finally at seven o’clock. What bad thing did I do to deserve only two hours sleep? It’s not like I’m a junkie for the stuff, but dreaming would have been nice.
Outside looks like a crisp sunny fall day too. The sort of day to head down to Kitsilano and crash through the sharp toothed bracken chasing after rabbits as the first red leaves fall around you. Maybe even catch one. Squat in your black shoes and look down in wonder at it’s soft struggling fur in your lap as you wish you had a carrot to offer its panic. It’s the beginning of this and I shouldn’t even be showing signs of life. The morning, the morning is for bedding down upon. Sunrise is to tell you to go warm the pillow with your head.
I must be defective. Call me when the world says I have to work, I’m going back to bed.