SLEEP


Of late, I've been having trouble sleeping. Last night, I hit the sack at 12.30am. After numerous tossing and turning, an hour flew by. Before long, it was already 2.30am; and I finally somewhat drifted off to slumberland in a not-very-deep sleep.

I vaguely remember more tossing and turning. For no reasons, I woke up barely hours later, and took a peek at the time on my mobile phone. It's already 4.30am. Oh, crap! PH will be calling in another 30minutes time! Hurriedly, I placed the mobile phone back onto the chair beside my bed, and dived under the quilt. "ONLY half an hour left!!! SLEEP ALL YOU CAN!!!" my head voice yelled with much gusto. Shutting my eyes tight, I foolishly willed for time to freeze.

At exactly 5.03am, my mobile phone rang. I opened my beady and bleary eyes, stretched out, retrieved the phone from the chair, and plopped back onto my cozy bed. PH's name was flashing across the screen. Pretty though her name is, somehow it looks dreadful to me. At least, for the moment, that is. Seeing her name flashing across my mobile phone screen means having to kiss dreamland goodbye. In a way, it's somewhat akin to seeing the Grim (please read Harry Potter series if you have no idea what a Grim is).

I groaned inwardly. I don't like to reject calls. After a brief moment's hesitation, I pressed the "silence" button. Leaving the phone on my bed, I lazily turned over on my side with every intention of heading back to the land of ZZZ. Barely seconds later, I picked it up again. Conscience got the better of me. I shall be nice.



"Hello?" I grunted.

"Hello!" She chirped brightly. "It's time to wake up. I don't know what time you gotta leave house, but 2 hours should suffice, ya?"

"Orh... Ya..."

"You're awake liao right? Need a second wakeup call mah?"

"Don't need." I mumbled. It's an irony. I don't have trouble waking up. Rather, I have trouble sleeping.



We ended the phone call shortly after. I sat up on the bed and stoned for a few seconds. Throwing a cursory glance behind me, my gaze strategically fell on the pillow. Oh! My pillow! It looked so lonely. Man, it looked so sad! Obviously, it's calling out desperately for me. I'm nice, and so I shall oblige. I plonked back onto the bed, nestled my head comfortably on the pillow, and pulled the quilt up to my chin. At 5.10am - after deciding that enough is enough, and that further lazing around in bed would lead me to a point of no return - I crawled out of bed.

At 5.30am, I was at the bus stop, waiting for a bus to take me to the nearest interchange. And it was then I realized that out of the 6 available buses, 3 out of 4 of them starts their service at 6am+ (with the other 2 buses being Night Rider and City bus). Oh, crap! HOW???!!! Luckily, the remaining surviving bus starts at 5.30am. And I estimated it would reach my bus stop at 5.45am. True enough, at 5.50am, it came. But not after I've spent a miserable 20minutes feeding mosquitoes. BIG, FAT, JUICY, and BLOOD-THIRSTY mosquitoes.


Should have lazed longer in bed. If only I've known. Sigh!





Sleeping late, whether intentional or otherwise, and waking up early is a deadly combination. Now, I feel so half-dead. But I don't intend to catch a nap, lest insomnia sets in again tonight. It's time to readjust my biological clock, and swing out of this "holidays" mood.





Sigh! PM sessions are always so wonderful. Now I feel so tempted to go for ALL.