There’s been a few weeks that I’m sleeping on the one and only small red sofa I have.
The first time was kind of accidental…I remained on the sofa because
I wanted to watch I don’t remember what on TV and when I woke up it was too
late to go to bed.
Sometimes I wake up and get aware that something is going on but only my
mind gets awake.
I can think but I can’t move a finger. There must be a very good reason
to make me move if I wake up in the middle of the night.
I think that’s why I go back to sleep so easily after something wakes me up.
One night right after I moved to this apartment I heard a noise coming
from the kitchen and recognized it was a bat. After being sure it was a bat
and knowing the bedroom door was closed I decided there was nothing I could
do but go on sleeping. And that’s what I did. The bat “stayed” with me, behind
the fridge, for two more nights until I found a solution [good for both sides,
it was kept alive 🙂 ].
I’ve found out the sofa doesn’t bring me the same thoughts
I have when I go to bed. And as my back hasn’t started to complain yet,
after showering and brushing my teeth I bring the pillow and blanket
to the sofa with TV on. I’m very sensible to physical sensations
and relate my emotional state to them.
I mean, if I get in the same physical sensations I kind of remember the way
I felt and start feeling again…such a crazy thing.
Anyway, it feels better on the sofa for a while, for emotional
reasons mainly, despite the bed being far more comfortable.
For the same reasons the new work place, with all its problems,
is like a relief from how I used to feel in some moments in the old place.
That’s a great thing I found out about me: I don’t need a big
change like a trip abroad, I can feel better just by changing
a bit my environment and trying new sensations 🙂 .