There are certain people I feel very jealous of. Those who can sleep. Through anything, with all kinds of worries. I am the complete opposite. Last night, I went to bed and battled with my thoughts for a good hour before I slept, even though I was exhausted. I woke up a few hours later and went to the bathroom. Then I couldn't help but wonder how the bathroom had been cleaned. Was the same sponge used to clean the toilet and the sink, and if yes, was it rinsed in between? After a while I managed to fall asleep.
I woke up an hour or so later feeling cold. As I reached to turn off the AC I spilled out my glass of water and had to jump out of bed to rescue my camera, phone, books and precious magazines on the night stand. When I got back to bed, I couldn't remember on which side I had been sleeping. If I don't lie the same way as when I woke up, it'll take longer to sleep. As I tested from side to side, of course I got warm and decided to turn on the AC, so I had to look for the remote which had disappeared when I spilled the water. Got back to bed and slept another hour or so, dreaming wildly about the most mundane things (including telling Virgo to buy V-power (petrol) as the car was running low in the dream).
Woke up 4.30 and turned off the AC. Then I heard the roosters and somebody sweeping. I began deliberating whether the humming of the AC was better than the sound of the roosters and decided, yes it was. Turned on the AC but was a bit cold so searched around in the bed for my socks and somehow realised I had been bitten by mosquitos 4 times in the night. Wondered where from and how they had come and shared my bed with me and created such huge bites all over.
Must have finally fallen asleep around 5.50, only to be woken up just after 6 to get ready for the gym. By the way, this is in no way an unusual night for me, is it any wonder I am always tired???
Funnily enough, I'm feeling quite peachy today anyway.