The Truest Story of All
Random Thoughts Upon Waking from a Nap at 10pm:
-I don’t want to get up.
-But I can’t just keep sleeping. People are texting, and I’m supposed to want to see them. Supposed to feel social.
-I did feel social, but then I took a nap, and now I feel strange. Like napping did me wrong.
-Like the time when I talked about wanting to die and kill myself in my sleep and scared the shit out of Kevin, but I didn’t remember it when I woke up and didn’t feel that way.
-What if there are demons that try to attack my soul while I’m sleeping? That’s totally possible. I should probably tell Chad about it.
-My right eye itches and I scratched it too hard again. Why always the right eye?
-Napping at 8pm after feeling social and trying to pre-game on my own = waking up in the dark, thirsty, with only whiskey and water on the bedside table = drifting in and out of sleep while getting slightly tipsy = not the worst thing in the world.
-I feel like I should get up and do something productive, but I don’t want to. Why am I always trying to stave off anxiety with accomplishments? That’s not good, Sarah. You should be able to just have a Saturday night.
-Maybe I could dance? Rally for a dance party of one?
-Fuck it, I’ll get up and write. I think I’ve got my writer’s brain back. I’ll drink that aloe juice in the fridge.
-Being tired makes me cold.
-The hole in my sock really highlights my fucked-up runner’s toe.
-I wish I had some house slippers. I am not lounging to the best of my abilities, and not in a cute enough manner.
-There was a time in recent history when I owned a bottle of Visine. I’m not sure where it went, or when, but I’m nostalgic for those good old days.
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…aaand…scene. Happy Saturday.