I woke up this morning, had some breakfast, had a shower and sighed to myself as I was watching the start of the weather on TV that "ahhhh, it's still only Thursday. I wish it was the weekend so I could enjoy the sun and heat."
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I had been tired as the most of the nights this week were the first time in a while that I wished it not to be as hot. I swear it was about 40 degrees in our house. You know when you sleep with a hot water bottle to keep you warm...? With no aircon, no fan and no wind or breeze (even though the doors were wide open), I woke up about 3am on Wednesday morning with one of those nightmares that I couldn't breathe (probably by unexpectedly asphyxiating myself through drowning in excessive amounts of sweat in my sleep) and went to the freezer, where earlier I had left a bottle of water. It was now frozen. I took it back to bed (my bed had moved to the floor where it was a *tiny* bit cooler) and hugged the frozen water bottle to my chest, in what was damp and slightly painful (suffering ice burns on my neck and shoulders) but strangely relieving sleep.
As I was putting my shows on, still watching the weather (it was now near the end and they were showing the forecast for the next 2 days, labelled as TOMORROW and SUNDAY.
"Hmmm, that's strange, they missed a day out..." and continued tying my shoes, still not fully woken up. I finished tying my shoes, got up and it suddenly dawned on that maybe it was Friday, not Thursday.
I checked my phone's calendar. Friday. "No way".
I wasn't convinced. I checked the date on my watch. Friday 4th February. Instead of just feeling happy, I felt concerned that I had lost a day somewhere. Still not 100% convinced, I walked out of the house, counting the days back in my head. I got to 3rd of Feburary and an irrational thought exploded in my head, dissolving any useful calculation of days. "Have I been asleep for over 24 hours. I don't feel that tired today and I did feel tired when I went to sleep. Wait.....no. 24 plus 7 is 31. Nooooooooo....25...26...27...28.......31 hours!"
So the joyous feeling of "yeeeah! Friday!" was replaced with "oh my god, have I been asleep for 31 hours"
Even on my walk to the station, I carefully examined my train ticket to see if there was a date of purchase...attempting to compound my belief that it was Friday.
I had been tired as the most of the nights this week were the first time in a while that I wished it not to be as hot. I swear it was about 40 degrees in our house. You know when you sleep with a hot water bottle to keep you warm...? With no aircon, no fan and no wind or breeze (even though the doors were wide open), I woke up about 3am on Wednesday morning with one of those nightmares that I couldn't breathe (probably by unexpectedly asphyxiating myself through drowning in excessive amounts of sweat in my sleep) and went to the freezer, where earlier I had left a bottle of water. It was now frozen. I took it back to bed (my bed had moved to the floor where it was a *tiny* bit cooler) and hugged the frozen water bottle to my chest, in what was damp and slightly painful (suffering ice burns on my neck and shoulders) but strangely relieving sleep.
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