a couple of days ago i woke but didn't get up because i own this typecast of a newborn when i wake. I've vocally confessed this to me on the other side of the mirror. Few explanations have been charted but none have stuck because every morning is teeming with many. It still scares me and is never short of confusing. Waking up is confusing. When I wake, I feel that there is a momentary pause at times equivalent to a car about to start----that feeling right before you descend when you
jump of the roof of your house----or that moment after you punch in the last phone
number and before you hear the first ring---or when an l.e.d. of sorts that you haven't awared yourself of yet finally catches your eye in the off-blink position for an unusually longer time then finally comes on----stuff like that. It's been like this and I haven't grown out of it since grade school dang!!!! Is it normal to not know what's going on or where you are or when it is you wake? It's like my body is encoding all the pieces and bit by bit I'm connecting into this skintastic bloodclot.
When I wake up I hypothesize a strong three seconds (sans stimuli) is there for absolute possibility. I'm talking eyes not even open yet, no pee motivation, no gotta or complaining, no on purpose processing. This is the time where there is no time, like curtains closed type shit. Within these said three seconds could be mad happenings especially in the energies of a universe!!! Outerspace?! There have been those that have said that this brief moment can be thrust into self invention, playing with the future and intriguing notions.
I'm gonna start sleeping in different places in order to test how I'm affected by where I sleep. I'm thinking color concentrated cocoons like a completely red tent or a completely green tent. I'm also toying with ideas like waking up and functioning blindfold for the first hour or sleeping underwater.
It's better than sleeping on this couch I've been on for a month. Every morning i wake my spine is sardined somehow and I have to crack it. And when i crack my back it sounds like when you eat corn nuts. I'd like my spine to crack so that points appear/float/disappear slowly like the points mario gets when he head buts a brick. If not that I'd like my spine to crack in a pleasant octave.
