So I was sitting in a car - in the passenger side - clearly. However I wasn't so much as to sitting, I had the seat reclined and my legs were curled up like an earthworm does when it senses threat. Only I wasn't feeling threatened, it was just the cold in the wee hours in the morning. The sun had barely rised but it's rays shone more than ever - I thought - showing all its might and worthy power. Flowers in the gardens had just only bloom with occassion of sight of ladies watering their flowers and cats playing around in the street.
The point is you see, I wasn't alone. I said I was in the passenger, surely there must be a driver or a chaffeur. Beside me is a really sleepy man with long dark sweatpants and a gray pullover hoodie. He looks peaceful sleeping, I thought. How do people sleep? But why are we sleeping in the car? It doesn't make sense. As he tries to take a power nap to regain energy and composure, I am left by myself - which I probably needed it anyway - to swallow down the beauty of broad daylight ( it is now)
Mmm yes. Instead I chose to write. It's a beautiful morning to write isn't it? I wish I could sleep though. On a bed. Whilst I look like a total disaster I must wonder what people think of me. A lady who barely has got her make up off. Smudges of mascara smeared under my eye and not to mention the added bonus of large dark circles which Oh I don't know, seem to be my daily must have on my face these days.
Point is, I want to sleep. Fall back into a deep slumber where my dream can whisk me away to another dimension. Another plane. Another platform - where my true adventure really begins. That's when I really start to live.