Ah, Sleep.

A sleep ocean comes to pull me into its depths every night. It washes over me gently before enveloping me whole. Sometimes it swallows me whole with no preamble.

For the past two weeks it has been hitting me with a brick and dragging me in. I wake up, nine hours later, completely refreshed and a little guilty that I completely ignored my alarm which was supposed to wake me up to go jogging.On days that I touch ten, I stagger out and look stupid.

Not that I'm complaining. If there is anyone who loves to court sleep and loves to be seduced by it, it is I.

I found this cute illustration by Lim Heng Swee on his blog full of adorable doodles.

There exists in an active part of my mind that brews worst case scenarios, a gnawing fear that I will one day shed my limbs, pick out my moles and curl up to become a piece of mildew.
I need to find some purpose.

Saturday Thoughts

I think I want to be a papaya.
I have happiness in the folds of my palm.
And gratitude for a certain wishbone.
I caught a little petal of bliss.

Lucky Underwear

I am in dire need of a new pair of lucky underwear.

My last pair, which I seem to have lost, was a little worse for wear.

The one before that has been cremated.

And before that, was a period of darkness and misery.

Life before my lucky underpants was a colourless, dim world of barren lands, mournful songs and lost hopes. Not to speak of misfortune.

I wait, now. I twitch with impatience.

For the semi-hysteria, for the suppressed chuckle, for the little bounce in my stride that only lucky underpants can give me.

And I won’t have to wait too long.

I can feel a tingle in my bones.