About sleeping

I slept for 18 hours last night. I went to bed around noon (or was it 1pm?) and I woke up at 6:18am. I’ve been up for an hour, and the world seems, somehow, different.

There’s a way the sun reflects off surrounding houses that makes the world seem warmer; it feels like I’ve been in a time machine, cryogenically frozen, and just woke up to see the world. My morning, for once, isn’t plagued by fears of political corruption, economic instability, and planetary crisis. I woke up today, not caring about these monumental things.

Fuck them. I have little control over those things. My vote and my contribution to cleaning up the world are so insignificant, I might as well not even try (although I still DO vote and recycle). Today, I care most about myself.