An Ideal Space

At the advice of Nora, I am starting an intellectual (read: not a gossip column, per se) blog, hopefully about writing. Yes, I ripped my title off an Oscar Wilde play (An Ideal Husband).

08 February 2006

I Don't Want to Get Out of Bed

Okay, here's the assignment: first, list all the possible reasons you can think of for not wanting to get out of bed. Then use as many of those reasons as possible to justify your decision to stay in bed. Write the beginning of either a poem, a story, or an essay.

-because I don’t have to

-because I’m still tired

-because it’s much easier to fall back asleep

-because because it’s raining/snowing outside

-because it’s so warm under my covers

-because my dream isn’t over yet

-because I don’t want to wake my lover

-because it’s my day to sleep in

-because my roommate’s dreaded boy-toy is out there

-because my head still hurts from last night

-because the sleeping pills clearly haven’t worn off yet

-because it only takes seven minutes (on average) to fall back asleep

-because my bed is sooooo comfortable

-because the floor will be cold

I realize that I am awake about ten minutes or so after I actually awoke. I open my eyes and see the early morning light streaming in through the windows. “Curtains would be such a good idea,” I think. I roll over, not wanting to get up yet. I’m pretty sure there was a dream that I just hadn’t quite finished yet. I love Sunday mornings, and the fact that it’s my day to sleep in. I read somewhere that it takes the average person seven minutes to fall asleep. I’m so tired still that I am sure that it will take even less than that to fall back asleep. Nine minutes later, I am still awake, although not ready to get out of bed. I look over to the window, and see snow falling through the frost-covered panes of glass. Thinking of the really cold floor that I will eventually be forced to step on (barefoot, of course, because who sleeps with socks?), I snuggle back under the covers which are so toasty warm and glance over at my fiancé; really, it would be cruel to wake him so early. I get really comfortable, which is fairly easy in our cozy little bed, and the slight movement wakes my fiancé enough to put his arm around me and draw me closer to him. What reason could I possibly have to get out of this bed right now? Absolutely none, and thus I stay.






Okay, unrelated stuff: massively busy juggling my online classes (never take 5 at once, its suicide) with my full-time job. But in happy news, it appears quite possible that I will be getting a promotion. Thus, I may post even less, but will actually be making rent each month. Sweet! And in more happy news, the Crookster (fantastic professor from a year and a half ago) has agreed to write my recommendation letter, so I now actually have a shot at getting into the college I actually want to get a degree from! And I turn 21 in 3 weeks! Life is fantabulous!!!

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