my eyes opened to a dark, cold room. i slowly reached for my phone to check for the time. darn. 10 already, i lazily thought to myself. i missed the alarm again. it's saturday now and the day when this luxurious lethargy of mine would become a curse draws ever nearer. one more day, one more day... fuck. now les miserables is playing in my head. well, i can't really complain about that. i slowly got up, groped in the dark for my glasses and walked towards the bathroom. i passed the mirror and saw what the holidays had done to me. a year older, a lot fatter, eyebags baggier, an uneven moustache growing on my upper lip. what a way to greet the day. in the midst of this brief inspection, i turned away and quietly hoped that this year, at least, i would be wiser, deeper, kinder, and to a silly degree, more spiritual.
morning bone, followed by a deflating morning leak.
the late morning sun was not as inviting as i had imagined it to be. bright but diffused, i found myself adjusting to the intense glare as i opened the door of my room and walked out into an empty house. the air was much warmer, to my dismay. the days are now getting longer and so heralds the beginning of what will most probably be, a very interesting year.