People always complain that I sleep way too long. But the truth is that I don’t. The truth is that I just pretend to be asleep when they walk in so they walk back out and I can continue with what I am really doing.
After I wake up I usually check my phone and then turn around to go into a new place. I make up stories in my mind. I imagine how life could be or what could happen during that new day which is already waiting for me. Sometimes I do fall back asleep while doing that but I then keep on dreaming the story I already started.
I need this little time for myself. In the stories I make up I am all the things I wish I could be. I am confident and strong. I meet people who understand me and I do all the things I wish I could do. It’s a perfect world I go to and I need to go there. I need my little perfect world or else I would probably go insane. I need this little me time in the morning to go to a place without any worries.
And yes I may do that until 11am when I have enough time but when I am done with dreaming I feel better and I feel strong enough to survive the day that is waiting for me. The thing is that I will never tell anyone about it because no one would understand. I rather have people complain about something I am not even doing than laughing at me because they know the truth.
Sometimes I wonder if I am the only one doing that.
Lots of Love
Just A Blank Space