Chit Chat ft. Foggy Brain

Hello there!

It's Wednesday already, and you've been waiting for me at the window? Well, what do I say this time? I don't have any stories to share. Last Wednesday, I left a story here on the window and I slept. Since then, I have been sleeping. And sleeping more. I didn't write any poem either. I did not paint or doodle. But I slept. I slept for the whole week, I can say. How much sleep is too much sleep? Sleeping for 10 to 12 hours a day, does that count? If yes, I slept too much. So, my brain couldn't brew anything.

The whole week felt like a dream. Still, I haven't recovered from the darkest 'sleep cloud'. I might find this piece of my journal later and be surprised, "When did I pen this?" I'm following my office work and routine strictly, and the rest? I'm on the cloud. I've been flying. Floating. Or waving. I’m not even sure which.

Let me ask you this: What do you see when you are asleep? "See"? Sorry, that isn't the right word, you cannot 'see' anything because your eyes are closed. Okay, what do you feel when you're in a sound sleep? You have your answer now. And for me? If I am really sleeping like a log, it's all vivid dreams.

Once, in my dreams, I was in the middle of a gathering of jailers. I was very deeply thinking of ways to get out of jail. I was very proud of myself then, and I had no idea what crime I had committed. Clearly, the night before I slept, I was reading one of Ravi Belagere's translated works—'ಅವನೊಬ್ಬನಿದ್ದ ಗೋಡ್ಸೆ'. This book even has real pictures. Very thrilling! (I still haven’t completed it or read much, had to put it down because I got busy with other things.) So, that might have reflected in my subconscious mind.

The other day, I was dreaming of talking to a person I found attractive some two years ago. I had not met or tried to contact that personality, but the subconscious mind had taken notes. And on another day, I was so relieved, having a chit-chat over coffee with the Beast (from Beauty and the Beast). I was adoring him, and God knows how and why!

And those 'Universally Accepted Dreams' aren’t an exception for me either—chasing someone or being chased by someone, trying to punch your enemy but your hands falling short, crying aloud because your parents or your loved ones left you... so many, you know!

Sometimes, I think maybe all this sleep is my brain’s way of asking for rest; not from work, but from thinking. From expectations, half-finished tasks, people I miss but don’t talk about. So I gave in. I stayed under the blanket. Let the world spin without me for a while.

Somehow, I am trying to shake myself up, and I’ll definitely be in my senses next week. If you’ve come along with me till here, you are very sweet. Thanks for reading this little piece of 'nothing'.

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