Hypersomnia

the bed isn't even that comfortable, yet something about it that's luring her towards it. perchance it's the comforter that looked so fluffy and soft, with its light blue background and white-outlined mini oriental umbrellas from top view, and when you look at them long enough they'll start spinning in different directions and might subsequently invoke memories relating to lollipops or carousels (subject to individual's imaginations and memories). one would inevitably be drawn into the oh-so-inviting trance, which, having the black hole effect, will suck one into "the dark side". what happens after that, no one knows. :)

the next morning when she opens her right eye to peek at the bedside clock, "holy schmoly!!!" is what flashes in her mind. it's already friggin' 11am. damn the comforter, she curses silently, telling herself she's not going to sleep that night to make up for the lost time. but we all know, history is gonna repeat itself... T.T what's worse is that, she wakes up every morning with backaches, because the futon mattress is too thin she can feel the steel bars underneath and she hasn't had time to get another mattress pad yet.

footnote: why all these 3rd person talk, you ask? well. i guess right now i don't like her very much at this very moment, and am striving to detach myself from her. if i were someone else right now, i'd slap her so hard so that she'd come out of her hypersomnia and start feeling the stress. sigh.