Thoughts.
“Those okras have been in the fridge for way too long, maybe I should make something with it tomorrow”
“That lamp has a different yellow hue than the others, I wonder which brand the lightbulb is?”
“What’s happening outside?” wondering and annoyed at the high-rising backyard wall. “It blocks the view and the golden-hour sun”.
A sudden realization steps in,“I have an early morning tomorrow”.
I quickly looked at the clock sticking up above the TV while squinting to figure out where the hands are pointing. “Is it almost 3? I’ll only have another 3 hours of sleep”. The slight anxiety kicks, turning my body to the left where the bathroom light is glowing way to bright to fall asleep.
I reached the nightstand in search of my phone and scrolled through Spotify to see that playlist I came across the other day that was something about helping you sleep. It was a podcast playlist that reads short excerpts from novels with calming background music. “That could help”. My phone connects to the TV to start the playlist. I turned to my right, my husband laying there soundly like he has never had a hard time falling asleep.
Light chimes and ambience fills the the room, slowly turning into relaxing white noise. I hear the reader take a deep breath before starting to read off the first story. I set my mind aside to recognise what the first story is about, it was The Sisterhood of The Travelling Pants. “Oh, something light. That’s good”.
My right arm starts feeling uncomfortable and way too warm to fall asleep to but I hold the position to calm myself down as I try to catch on with the podcast reader’s soft, ASMR-type voice. “Why do they always breathe so hard?”. I interrupted the thought and started taking deep breaths, holding, and exhaling in every counts of four while trying to catch up with the podcast.
“Oh! that’s a great idea!”
Another kick distracts me from my breathing exercise.
“I should start writing!”
Eyes wide open, ears listening closer to the podcast reader’s voice. “I’m going to write short stories about my life. Telling small, precious moments that are put into good storytelling”. “It’s perfect. I can practice my story-writing skills”.
The enlightenment gave me so much excitement it got harder to clear my mind as it keeps getting filled with memories and precious moments I’ve remembered my whole life. Telling it all to myself in the voice of the podcast playing in the background.
As my thoughts wander here and there, to different points and stages in throughout my precious life, I drift off into darkness and rest.
