|My Brain is Made of Kittens
||[Oct. 31st, 2008|12:17 am]
Kelly J. Cooper
This morning (Thursday), I woke up around 7:45am cuz I failed to set one alarm correctly. But, I have two alarms, so it was OK. The BF went off to shower & I dozed. When he was done, I asked him to bring me some tea before he left (we have one of those instant coffee or tea machines, so this isn't like asking for breakfast in bed) and I prepared for the Fight To Wake Up.
The Fight To Wake Up (FTWU), as previously discussed (ad infinitum, ad nauseum), is what I have to deal with pretty much every time I achieve some level of consciousness.
Instead, there was no FTWU. I was quite awake. And my brain felt like it was floating in my head... like it was lighter than gravity and it was gently floating exactly in the middle of the giant space that is the inside of my head. No urge to lay back down, no desire to doze.
It felt... nice.
And I thought, "Huh. That's different."
Then my tea arrived and, distracted, I lost the feeling. Or it went away. I dunno, it was pretty odd.
And I wondered, "Maybe that's what happiness feels like?"
Later, complaining about a certain amount of muzzy-headed-ness in trying to find a particular comic late in the day, a customer commented that I must have kittens for brains. And I really like that image, sort of pouncy, fluffy goodness just running around inside my head and bouncing off the sides of my skull case, playing with the anti-gravity in the giant expanse.
Or mebbe I have a happy tumor. Whatever. My day has officially achieved its maximum amount of weirdness-I-can-handle. I'm goin' to bed.