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Are You Aware Of This Glorious Day? (My bed, my thoughts, my pleasure)
My Thoughts Are. My Pleasure.
It’s never too late or too early to learn something. Here is something that I want to write about, to tell you about my life, the way that it is, to remind you of yours, that you don’t always really live, even when there is light in the day. “Are you awake?” I say. “Are you aware of this glorious day?” And so I wake up late. Today. Once again. I try to wake myself up. I tear away the sleep from my eyes. Most times when I wake, I am unaware, just absorbing the gentle light seeping in through the gap in the curtains. Absorbing the heat or even the cold leaving my feet to be tickled by the humidity. Should I rejoice to be alive and wake? For being my age? ‘Paradise might well please me more’ I think to myself. How important are my eyes to be open? Maybe I should transform myself into a living tree that gives leaves, flowers and carries fruit?
I recognise myself for what I am and for the things that I hate. My actions ricochet. I never cease to be surprised by the day, constantly satisfying those little desires of nothing – the simple sensation of existing is all. How sweet is my dream. How simple. How I laugh. In bed. Out loud. At my simple thoughts.
My simple thoughts are my richness. No bank will ever take strip me of this richness as my thoughts are my pleasure. My Pleasure. To sleep or to rest. But whatever. I like to wake up late. And stay. In bed. My thoughts are. My. Pleasure.
