Today was miserable. I slept almost all day because I took some painkillers that knocked me out…and the parts of the day that I was awake for, I wished I wasn’t because the painkillers turned out to not work after all.
And now that I feel okay, I shall have to go back to my room and try to fall asleep and not think about the scary black thing that, in my half-wakeful moments these last three or four nights, I would have sworn is crouching at the foot of my bed and watching me fall asleep. Now, of course I know there is nothing there, but I am reminded rather strongly of why I loathe white walls.
My bedroom is still not painted, which is driving me batty because I can still see everything in the room, even with the lights out. The problem is that I can’t see the things clearly, so all I have to work with is amorphous black shapes against a pale background. That’s all my imagination needs to work from, really. Now, once my walls are painted flat black and red again, I will be able to leave a light on without making my room blindingly bright, and the problem of the black amorphous shapes will be resolved since a black shape against black isn’t all that frightening.
But…I’m not tired yet, so maybe I will spend some time with my Goth playlist and a book called “Life, The Universe, and Everything,” and perhaps I will even forget about that black shape that looks so unfortunately like it’s stolen my face from a picture that I edited, and instead I shall fall asleep thinking about fall smells and wondering if Mum will really get a pecan pie for me tomorrow.
I wants me some pie. Mmm…