Exhilarating hot shower. I didnt want to step out of the warm running water. Immersing myself in that confined space of a cubicle, curled up sitting on the hardness of the floor, soaking up that warmth around me, closing my eyes and never wanted to think about anything at all.
Opening my eyes again after such a contented meditation-like soak, snapping me out of my trance-like state, a tiny whimper escaped from the chapped lips...

The body felt sore. Tired. Less energetic than usual. Which could be physiologically attributed to the mounting sleep debts that I accumulated since the beginning of the week. Perhaps a fault within my reticular-activating system, or a whooping anxiety level or just a matter of genetic default that has me a nocturnal human being. But in the real world, I realize, there isnt much use of being nocturnal unless of course I aspire to become a vampire.. blood donor, anyone? ;)

ah... the tribulations of an insomniac...