usually i don't sleep well... i wake up constantly, take forever to actually fall asleep, or i wake up feeling like that whole evening of eyes tightly shut was a waste of time... my body, my mind and my soul feel restless; call it an insomnia hangover...
this morning that all changed... i rolled over to wipe the crusts from the corners of my eyes, wondering why i hadn't been roused by my blisteringly loud alarm clock... it was 1:15 in the afternoon... i don't sleep in, really... i'm generally one of those "want-to-have-my-whole-day" type of people... when i wake up that late, i feel like i'm rushed to get anything done and don't have the luxury of down time... especially when it's sunday and everything closes up shop by 5:00...
although my late wake killed my prior plans to waltz through the andy warhol exhibit at the art gallery, as i squirmed in bed i realized how unbelievable i felt... not an ounce of aching, tired, restless sensation... maybe it was the semi-grueling 10+ hour work day i'd had, or maybe it was the ambient sleeping playlist that was coming from my ipod -- regardless, i'd fallen into the deepest sleep i'd had in months, maybe years...
nonetheless, i spent my only day off in the laziest ways possible... a late breakfast/timely lunch, trip to shoppers for some cosmetic replenishing, glass of wine with a girlfriend and dinner with mommy dearest... now, as butterflies gently swirl in my stomach on the eve of my first day at descant, i sip a cup of homemade java and glance excitedly at my bed -- only this time i have my fingers crossed a pleasant and memorable dream enters my perfect slumber equation... i want to have my cake and eat it too...
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the saying may go that "actions speak louder than words," but in my opinion words actually shout decibels above any move one could make... so expressive, interpretive and intense... all you need to find is a method to your madness to avoid rambling nonsense...
