6 am, 6:10 am, 6:11 am, 6:11.5 am? There are times when I wish I could set the time on my alarm clock to microseconds and mini microseconds ( do they exist?). Really, I hate to wake up. I can´t understand how everyone does it. I can´t. It´s stress even before I sleep. The thought of waking up just won´t let me sleep then. Thoughts about the alarm failing, about me being late, about me missing the bus/train/plane plague me. And when I am woken up, there´s always an incomplete song playing in my mind or sometimes, I am lying sunbathing in Mauritius when I am jolted by that alarm. Then I open one eye which seems to have sealed and requires a great deal of effort to flutter. As the light stuns me for a few seconds, I mutter a few rude statements. Maybe I am not being a sport, but I really don´t like getting out of bed. It´s warm, soft, comforting and heck, I can just lie back and escape to my world of fantasies. Try doing that in the afternoon and it´s not the same. It´s like watching an ad film then. It´s over before you can enjoy it.
This one is different. You wear your favorite soft pyjamas, sneak into your warm blankie and pat your pillow a couple of times so that your head is nestled just right. Then you shut your eyes, not forcefully but you just let go of your eyelids so that they fall naturally and rest. The day´s fatigue, stress and irritation smoothen out minute by minute. You get to be the hero, the villain, the dog, the postman or just about anyone you want to be. No judgments there. No taunted arrows hurting your ego. You have the power to ignore the world and create your very own zone. Now when you have all that, why would you want to possibly wake up?
I am not going to set the alarm tomorrow. It´s a decision I might wake up to regret. But then again, I will wake up with a smile when I do.
