After a long trend of going to bed at 2am and waking up at 7:30, I slept in until 1pm today.
Mind you, I did wake at the usual 7:30. However, this morning the cave was so cold and the atmosphere outside the window was a hushed blue, tainting even the snow to an eerie aqua as if the sky was still sleeping in the snow. So I lay (laid?hmm) in bed, with the comforter pulled up to my chin, and whispered at Moo Cow (stuffed cow. don't ask): "Do you think they know we're awake?"
They being the two squirrels who were boldly crouching outside my window.
Moo Cow didn't respond, so I took it as a "no" and rolled over, back into sleep.
At ten a.m., my alarm went off again (I have two, as precautionary measures against this very occasion) and I pressed it off and looked again out the window.
Though the squirrels had abandoned their post, the sky was still sprawled over the snow. I decided, if the world doesn't have to wake up, then neither do I.
Two hours past my second awakening and I'm blinking groggy eyes to the Reader-World in order that I may make my confession: I have wasted half the day lolling in bed and I don't care.
In between my sporadic awakenings, I had the strangest dreams. Some were frightening and I can't remember them; some were just strange. Probably the product of last night's decision to watch television before sleeping (a rarity up here): A Baby Story, The Fresh Prince of Bel-Air, That 70s Show, Punk'd and Bridezilla crept their way into my dreams in a very strange combination of Will Smith-meets-Triplets-meets-Pranks-meets-me-alone-at-the-altar-because-I-made-my-bridesmaids-wear-Neon-Green.
Additionally, in the episode last night, Will decided to alope with his girlfriend and they went to Vegas for a wedding involving a boistrous 'soul-brother' and a chorus of women impersonating the Temptations.
So naturally, at my groom-less, weddingparty-less, nearly audience-less (Ashton Kutcher was in the front row waving like an idiot) wedding, the Temptations made an appearance and I was wearing an abnormally large black afro-wig with a strange little tweaked tiara resting on top of the horror.
And you wonder why I kept going back to sleep.
2 comments:
Alope: N/A
Alopecia: baldness
Elope: to run off with someone and get married. Much like Will and his girlfriend did when they went to Vegas.
I really shouldn't criticize people for their spelling since mine is pretty bad as well. I like the verb lope, though. I guess it could work if someone was a lopling along. Kind of a stretch, but the game can be afoot, so can someone be alope?
mmmk
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