One tiny little problem though, now I can't find slots during the day to squeeze in all the work I got done in the we hours of the night when I was wide awake and burning with energy, darn it!!
My days are getting increasingly brighter, most shocking is that I'm laughing again, not because my life is easier, happier or more full of love, but because I have that condition that has probably saved me from ulcers through my many dark years; escapism. It works wonders!!
I'm happy now that's all that counts right?
Strange dreams have been haunting my sleep lately, two nights ago after an exceptionally long spell of insomnia, I managed to get some shut eye and the results of part of my escapist renegades came back to haunt me in my sleep.
I was in P's house talking on the phone to him and packing his stuff up for one reason or the other...I was in my blue home towel and my pink slippers. The house was dark and I was whispering on the phone to him when his dad appeared at the bottom of the stairs on which I was halfway.
As we have seen in all our dreams, we have supernatural powers that somehow seem to mess up the situation even further. I somehow hid under the stairs making my capture all the more embarrassing towel and all, crouched under a stairwell in the dark, phone in hand.
It was humiliating! You see, we never really formally met with the dad, he just stared at me like I looked vaguely familiar then dragged me out into the light, took the phone and attempted to call P who wasn't picking up by some stroke of luck.
Short lived as it was, it was worth it, for I was frog marched to the car where Kariuki, their driver was waiting. Baba P sat in the back seat with me, still clad in my blue towel and pink slippers now very confused!
Then I woke up. Shit. Weird. Why do I still have dreams of ex-people? Do they still exist in my subconsience? I think I prefer my dreamless nights, peace of mind. God knows I havent had that in a while.
The intense hot and cold with Dimple isn't really helping a girl figure stuff out, I seem to have an uncanny ability to pull in the complicated.
"Life was full of sound and fury and in the end signified nothing." William Shakespear. What a drab thing to say, somehow that's the phase I seem to be going through, everything I do feels like it's headed to nowhere, to unappreciation, pain and regret.
I used to be such a positive person! Guess life pounded it all out of me. I refuse to let it eat me up, tommorrow first thing, I dig up my copy of The Secret, blow the years of accumulated dust off and start the journey of positivity anew!
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