One moment I'm so sleepy I could nod off in a blink.
I'm dozing... for what seemed an eternity.
I get impatient. Why haven't I blacked out yet?
And then thoughts of my breakfast and lunch tomorrow start entering this incorrigible brain of mine.
My brain starts paying attention to my stomach. My stomach is the first to break out from my trance-like doze and says: yesh, me hungry.
My brain starts to wake up.
I apply the professional decision making process to decide to get up and eat or not.
I weigh the consequences.
I think of the dark, dark outside and I get scared. I think of what adelin said; it's the seventh month.
I paint pictures in my thoughts.
I scoff at myself.
Then I start listening for noises.
I am still paranoid of break-ins.
After going through all options, I make a decision to get up and grab a bite.
No I wouldn't eat my black cherry bun because it's on the dining table outside and I'm a scare-dy cat.
I eat my tau sar piah instead.
I am fully awake now.
I sigh.
I turn on the comp.
I chomp on tau sar piah.
First one, second one..
At the third I realise there's paper stuck to the base of it.
No wonder the first and second tasted funny.
I open the door and peer.
The bathroom is just next door.
I brush my teeth.
So now I sleep again.