amusingly sleepy
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Of the many things I do consciously, ironing my clothes before bed fills me with joy; or perhaps not happiness per se, but fulfilment.
As I lie in my bed, the time is 22:51, the room is 16°C, and the only warmth I can feel is between my thighs. My hair is safely tucked inside my bonnet. My feet were sheathed inside a black pair of socks from a different pair.
On the wall hangs my shirt for tomorrow. Neatly placed on a hanger, ironed with barely any noticeable creases. A few centimetres below it is my ironing table, with pants to match the blue shirt.
It's poetic. I think. how the shirt hangs on the wall, patiently awaiting my return to this wretched earth—from slumberland. I would cuddle it to give it warmth. sleeping next to each other, creases notwithstanding. It's 23:00, an hour past my bedtime. Now at 23:01, I really need to put this gadget away and sleep.
The past few days have been so delightful for science. I've been working on improving my sleeping schedule. The derailer was late dinners, hence slower digestion, which leads to fatigue and a hectic morning. Sometimes the pain of existence gets overwhelming.
The astrologer said the new moon this weekend will be in the sign of Virgo, as well as the solar eclipse in September. As a Sagittarius rising, I have Virgo in my 10th house, which is home to career, structure, and long-term goals, among other things. The decision to work on my sleep routine was a wise one. My relationship with time will influence my career and long-term goals.
Resting well and waking up early to perform my duties will inevitably bless my life. I have been struggling for the longest time, but I guess practice brings familiarity, and I am holding myself accountable, with grace and ease.
It's 23:35, got distracted by this gadget, and the many worlds it holds. I guess I should just drink some water, put this black mirror away, and summon the chariot to slumberland.