I feel like a lazy pig.

Today, I woke up at ten in the morning to the sound of the two maids screaming at each other outside the kitchen area. The intense sound waves painfully penetrated my ears, rung up my eardrums, shook my brain, knocked over the contours of my skull, juggled my eyes resting on their respective sockets, and sent numerous tingling sensations all over my body, all these crazy impulses telling me to wake up and eat my breakfast meal.

I woke up, washed up, ate my breakfast, scratched my butt, stretched some sleeping ligaments and tendons, turned on the computer for a few minutes, stoned in front of the screen, and finally made my way back to my bed.

The next thing I knew, it was already five in the afternoon. Tangerine rays of sunlight seeped between open windows, the curtains swaying with the gentle blows of the wind. Shit. Left the windows open. So a horde of mosquitoes took turns biting my skin, sucking blood. I didn't mind, they would die anyway, my blood's so poor in nutrients, to me they seemed like they were drinking poison.

I really feel like a lazy pig. But at this point of my life, sleep needs to be in overdose amounts. 'Tis the perfect time to regain all sleeping times that have been lost for the last two-month litany of homeworks and projects.

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I was completely naked and the cold water was gushing out of the shower head, each drop giving me a cooling sensation. The soap on my skin gave a nice, fruity smell. Then I dreamt of you, but I couldn't see your face. You opened the door. You were naked too. I couldn't seem to recognize you, you with the slinted eyes and long, jet black hair, rubbing my back inside the shower room. I didn't know what I was feeling. All I knew was just you were there behind me, helping me wash my back, and then beside me, eventually taking a bath as well, and until the end of my dream, we were still bathing, bathing, bathing.