I fell asleep listening to the narrated story of Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland, right at the moment when she falls down the rabbit hole. I think that’s exactly when I drifted off.
This morning I woke up around 5 and couldn’t remember any dreams. My mind began filling with the last impressions of the night before — the conversation with Lydia and JC in the room before I left started to give me too much anxiety — so I decided to listen to Alice again. This time, I fell asleep a little later, when she changes size and begins to cry.
I woke up around 7 and automatically grabbed my phone to write down my dreams, but I couldn’t remember any. So I did what everyone does: I started reading the news. At some point, I opened X, and there I found a quote by Charles Bukowski:
“How in the hell could a man enjoy being awakened at 8:30 a.m. by an alarm clock, leap out of bed, dress, force-feed, shit, piss, brush teeth and hair, and fight traffic to get to a place where essentially you made lots of money for somebody else and were asked to be grateful for the opportunity to do so? ”
I loved it. It was exactly what I needed.
A few minutes ago I had fallen into Alice’s wonderful world, but I was about to leave it behind, stay in my bed, get up, shower, and turn this Monday into a normal, dull day. A Monday we all hate.
I don't want this to be just any Monday. I want a Monday where I remain inside Wonderland.
How?
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