Friday, September 10, 2004
Sunrise
It is 7 in the morning. I hear birds chirping. I sense the sun trying to break through my window. My room is hot, yet terribly cool from the midnight breeze. I am tired, weary, even worried that I had to "wake up" in couple hours to face my lifeless daily routine. I feel breathless laying on my wrinkled pillow. I can't sleep.
I've been sleeping less and less these days, due to a fact that I have one more reason to stay up for. However, even when I do go to bed early, I would wake up in the middle of the night, sometimes even early in the morning, tossing and turning while lost in deep thoughts, almost like I'm dreaming and drifting aloft in thin air. This frightening feeling brings up the memories when I was a kid, waking up in the middle of the night, being scared and lonely sleeping alone in a gloomy room that seemed so big, yet so small at the same time as imminent darkness closing in on me. I would run to my grandma's room back then, sneaking in the bed with her despite her prevalently loud snores. Who do I run to now?
I'm a light sleeper, light as in I get woken up easily. I have always admired people who are able to just sleep whenever that like, however way they want, as if a dead person unaware and just merely don't care about the world around them. Sometimes I want to be just like that -- I want to escape reality, uninterrupted. No more worries, no more stress, no more bills, just my imagination and I. I guess this is why some people love to sleep, so that they can lose themselves in their little dream world.
As I hear these last clicks from under my fingers, I will shut my eyes and dream of sunrise.
I've been sleeping less and less these days, due to a fact that I have one more reason to stay up for. However, even when I do go to bed early, I would wake up in the middle of the night, sometimes even early in the morning, tossing and turning while lost in deep thoughts, almost like I'm dreaming and drifting aloft in thin air. This frightening feeling brings up the memories when I was a kid, waking up in the middle of the night, being scared and lonely sleeping alone in a gloomy room that seemed so big, yet so small at the same time as imminent darkness closing in on me. I would run to my grandma's room back then, sneaking in the bed with her despite her prevalently loud snores. Who do I run to now?
I'm a light sleeper, light as in I get woken up easily. I have always admired people who are able to just sleep whenever that like, however way they want, as if a dead person unaware and just merely don't care about the world around them. Sometimes I want to be just like that -- I want to escape reality, uninterrupted. No more worries, no more stress, no more bills, just my imagination and I. I guess this is why some people love to sleep, so that they can lose themselves in their little dream world.
As I hear these last clicks from under my fingers, I will shut my eyes and dream of sunrise.
