The Wake
I thought the nights were the hardest, but Hareen was right. It's the mornings. The mornings when I'm supposed to only get up at 7.10am, but the mind goes into overdrive and hour before due-leaving me tossing and turning in distress, willing for all of it to go away, willing it to be just a bad dream. It stays there however, and follows through the morning shower and the drive to work, occasionally gripping my shoulders and giving it a long, hard shake.
My short term memory has always been a standing joke, for as long as I can remember (haha). Strangely now, I remember everything. Every detail, every uttered word. Why? Is this some kind of sick sabotage of nature? My brain has never seen more aggresive days than these-I wish I don't need to wake.
My short term memory has always been a standing joke, for as long as I can remember (haha). Strangely now, I remember everything. Every detail, every uttered word. Why? Is this some kind of sick sabotage of nature? My brain has never seen more aggresive days than these-I wish I don't need to wake.
posted by Anucia at 9:19 AM
2 Comments:
The mornings would seem to be the hardest when you start it with the end of the night you didn't want to remember.
Short term memory only applies to matters that aren't of great significance to the heart.
I empathise with you.
Once, I woke up feeling angry. It was about a guy who didn't want to commit to me because the growing intimacy between us was overwhelming him. We met at a wrong time.
I was angry because he pulled away too abruptly. Without caring enough like he said he would.
Unlike the friend he was.
Thanks for dropping by, btw. ^^
i know that painful lesson of betrayal all too well..you sure you're not my alter ego? ;)
thanks for visiting.
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