on the el
Ξ February 6th, 2008 | → | ∇ General |
As if I hadn’t written enough about the dark already. I’m on the red line, it’s about 6: 30 in the morning and I’m on my way to meet some coworkers for breakfast. I am immensely pleased with the darkness right now. The sky is a slate color, and it is raining gently, just a light touch of water riding the wind through the air.
I am inordinately proud of myself, seeing as I actually got up at a reasonable hour and out the door. It’s very tempting to just stay at home. I need to get up a bit earlier so I can do morning things that I normally don’t bother doing. It would be nice to start every day with yoga. Or tai chi. Or something. Normally I get up and have to immediately get ready to go to work. As I told my coworkers last night when I said I might not make it this morning, ‘I like my bed.’
I don’t even like my bed in particular. It’s not really very special. It’s just a twin mattress on the floor in the corner of my room. Pillows piled all over it, and a thick snuggly comforter I can wrap all around me. But I like the comfort of being in bed. The relaxation and slumber. Being in bed is sort of like being at home again. Nothing can hurt me when I’m in bed. It’s a safe spot psychologically, where I can face some of my daemons and survive to see the morning. And lately I have a lot of daemons to face.
