Sometimes don't you just feel like curling up into a ball and stay in bed all day long? Sometimes the sun shines too brightly that you don't want to open your eyes.

Cool bed sheets soft like crushed velvet give some relief. The sensations of the blankets sliding across your skin in the near darkness of a room infused with warm peach-flavored light. But at some point the sheets get warmed up and they're not cool and soothing anymore. At some point you grow tired of the land of cloud puffs you've trapped yourself in. At some point you think "what the hell am I doing?" and you get up.

That's when your feet touch the semi-firm carpet and you discover that all your joints are barely working right; bone jutting into bone. So, you back down to sleep again.

Lighting sticks of incense, you can sleep under a blanket of opium-scented air. Watching the smoke rise white behind the stacks of books, then to green-brown once in front of the white washed walls.

Tired of the quiet space, you put on a cd. Then take it out. Put another in. Take it out. Constantly searching for the perfect sequence of songs to match your mood. Then you give up, and let one cd run it's course. You immediately fall in love. Take the cd out, put in one you already skimmed through, and fall in love with that cd all over again. Soon, you forget about the book you're suppose to read, the painting you need to work on, the concert you should be hyped up about because they're coming tomorrow.

Then you have nothing better to do than sleep the day away...

Oh wait. I have to go watch Spirits Within today. Yay.