A club remix of touch my body starts radiating from my cellphone with increasing volume till I hushed it when consciousness took me. I contort my stiff body and stretch unassumingly, the crisp dry sheets rustle in the artificial cold. The air conditioner moans its usual monotone with sharp thuds in between. Damn that upstairs neighbour and his leaky whatever. I should give him a piece of my mind. But just the thought of leaving this stale sanctuary into that pandemonic world outside made me bury my face further into the pillow way past its reccomended lifespan. I like that smell. The fragrance of fabric softener entwined with my own special scent. Its comforting.

I like this time of afternoon. And yes i know i'm a pig who wakes up too late. But its a tranquil time before all the buzzing thoughts and problems of the day sets in. When all you're doing is trying to grasp at the memory of your last dream but the details are trickling away like water in cupped hands. Sometimes you want it to last forever.







pardon the scars, was too lazy to edit.