Awaking from slumber

I'm stretching. Arms, legs and back. Trying to make myself as tall as possible. Stretching slowly. Waking my drousy limbs. Opening my eyes slowly. Registering where I am, closing them again.

Letting my brain take its time to register place and time. Not ready yet to leave the warmth of sleep.

Not ready yet to face the day and sip my first cup of coffee. Not ready yet to be bombarded with news and to-do-lists.

When the final energy bill has been settled and I've been given my deposit back, I will leave the past weeks slumber and get dressed and reach for that cup of coffee.

Leaning mode

It's one of those days when I need someone to lean against.

Someone to vent my silly thoughts to. Someone who will make me think of something else. Or tell me how silly I am for thinking those things.

When the silly things are lined up, they've taken a number and are queuing to get inside. To have a play and mess things up.

For now I have to use music to lean against. Or hide in. Hide amongst.

Over and out.

4 more sleeps

Monday night, Tuesday night, Wednesday night, Thursday night.

And that will be it. It will be the end of the beginning of the end of the beginning of the end of the beginning of something new. Something old. Something blue. Something borrowed. Something stolen. Something whatever it is more.

Feeling a little bit anxious of what is to come. How the change will be. I just know it can't be worse than what is has been. If it would be, I would resign. But it won't be. Come on, positive thoughts.

I need a game plan.

A plan that reeks of rock n roll, good things, booze, tired dancing feet, sparkling eyes, a smiling face and the return of Karolina.