July 31st, 2009
It's no longer a moment's photograph. For some reason, at this time of the day, my so-called epiphany decides to dissolve my weirdly amusing dreams.
When I took a peek, it was 5:41am. If we assume (and it's best that we do) that my time perception is correct, we can say that I've been tossing and rolling over for more than half an hour. At this point, my thoughts were no longer stimulating or exciting, at the very least, but frantic and peculiar. Swimming dresses on one of the sibling's fully-covered friend. Of course, I also hear noises. Someone, a girl perhaps, weeping. Prayers from a religious house, which one in particular I cannot say. In the olden days, they never had loudspeakers. You're not obliged to attend if it isn't withing hearing distance. This was a topic of amusement between the old man and I several weeks ago. Apart from that, I also thought I heard two gunshots but "it's the bloody dawn, and if someone is injured or killed in any part of this neighbourhood, I'll find out about it tomorrow". I tend to be most selfish in the morning. Seeing as how my attempts to shut down were futile, I stopped wrestling with the blanket.
A schoolbus passes, the sound is distinctive and nostalgic. It occured to me that kids were going to school and then I'm reminded I'm no longer a kid. It's no longer a moment's photograph, where, in my eyes, everything is still and I do not have to take part. I've taken my time, but it'll be a while before I start dancing in soirees again.
