through the window. My stygian diary, besides me, basking under emanations from the solis along with me and carrying the vocables of my mind. Those words that I had effusively expressed a few minutes ago.
Now and then, as I behold the view of the trees, my eyelids come to a shut and the luxury of the double- blanketed warmth overtakes my alertness and now I am in a trance and nothing can prevent me from my small but effective siesta.
La ta khuzahu sinatun wala nawmun !
But I am merely a human.
I keep on opening my eyes halfway and let in the warmth between my body and the blanket radiating furiously to keep me distant from the cold- ‘a toast in a toaster !’ , I thought chuckling a little with a smile that soon faded away. Similar to the working of LSD, a drug, I could see the Cheetah printed wallpaper warp and swirl, it’s design magnifying towards my slumber-possessed eyes.
It was in such moments of satisfactory bliss, that I realised how strange humans are- in winters, they want heat and warmth, while in summers, they crave the piquant stinging of streams of air coming from the air conditioner. And so,ergo, man is ungrateful, he is unwilling to accept the situation.
I’m one of them, the ‘King of the Blanket Cave’, a sobriquet befitting my winter status as I hide under blankets in a space like void darkness and reject the cold. This task becomes even more daring
Let us go back to the bedroom, where warmth sways prestigiously as a king , serving justice and I greedily rip open the packet of ‘Chocolicious’ cookies , sipping too into a mug of sugared coffee, feeling somewhat unsatisfied for not filling the milk for the coffee to the brim, and so my pleasure will be reduced by a few sips.
On my tablet, I turn on Lee So Ra’s from YouTube- my second refuge and let my mind get deluged in the waves of musical notes and now the cookie is sweeter, the milk in the coffee milkier, the evening darker, but the room you my ask?
Still warm and comfortable.