Everything looks normal. The towel hung haphazardly on its rail. Water slowly dripping from the faucet no matter how hard you try to turn it off. The green tea toothpaste with the weird taste that makes you feel as though you are chewing grass in your mouth.
Yet, you cannot quite put a stop to this sudden, nagging feeling – then it suddenly dawns on you. It seems that you have been brushing your teeth for the fifth time that morning.
Upon the realisation, you wake up, run a hand through your hair furiously, and drag yourself to the washroom…
And wake up in your bed, again. You swing a quick look at the clock, promptly mutter a curse, then throw off the warm covers, aiming to get a good splash of cold water onto your face.
And wake up in your bed, again.
All this dreaming of waking up – it is like some sort of annoying cycle that prevents the brain from getting itself into proper working order for a brand new day.
As always, the thing with dreams is that, sometimes you can never be aware that you are still in that state – until, understandably, you are a wee bit too late.
At least now, I do not need to catch the school bus. Hah.
Oh dear. I am really contemplating heading down south for the music festival (although I cannot shake off the idea that the performance is going to be akin to an orchestra’s), diligently googling up hotels near the durian-ish Esplanade (and finding only RM400+ per night ones; screaming bloody murder now). What is wrong with me?
If the band of the month for both November and December was Wilco, now January belongs to Broken Social Scene. Cannot stop self from repeating the playlist. Help.