i dont know what time i went to bed last night. i just remember that i had dinner, went to my room and read 2 short stories, i put the lights off and wanted to rest a bit, maybe take a nap. and i remember that later i opened my eyes and the kitchen lamp was turned on. i was dressed. opened my eyes;and i think it was one in the morning, there was no light outside the windows. i thought that i shoul woke up and do something, read or prepair my things for today, or undress and take a shower, but it was too cold.
it was 5 and something in the morning when i woke and had the two cups of tea, listened to the news on the radio, and dont remember what else. it was raining and there were no busses, but there were some people on the street.
my keyboard is too noisy. there is a disturbing silence in the room.
i like when some strange things happen, the book i am reading and my long hours of sleep, waking at 5 and so. coz when i happen to go to bed so early or spend those long hours during the week days, strange dreams come and different thoughts. it is good coz some new perspectives come up, and new feelings as well, maybe ancient and forgotten. there is some magic in them.
coming to work, feeling the rain outside my bus window, i was thinking about our bangalow, and if it will cost a lot, how long will i need to work to get it.
i just imagine in a day like this, if i had a small house next to the sea, it is raining, and it d be cool. and i would be a happy cronopius.