Time
I had decided I was all ready to go to bed and would leave the final touches of my paper for tomorrow but I changed my mind. I felt kinda tired but at the same time I couldn’t go to sleep. Weird mood. I wanted to do something but I wasn’t sure how to initiate it. So I just washed my face and brushed my teeth. But instead of going to sleep I decided to continue fixing my paper… and I think it’s good for now, all I need to do is print it.
It’s 4:49am at the moment so I have a couple of hours until my alarm wakes me up in order for me to take a shower before class. I must say that I’m glad my first class tomorrow doesn’t start until 12:30pm.
Time is such an interesting thing. Some days it feels like you have a bunch of free hours but not much you really want to do and other days it feels like you have limited amounts of free hours but so many things you want to accomplish. I remember when I was little and time seemed endless. The summers seemed so long. The free time seemed abundant. For some reason whenever I think of time in regards to my childhood I always have this memory of being outside in the alleys looking up and seeing the warm pink/purple/orange sky on a nice breezy afternoon. It’s one of my favorite moments where time just seemed to stand still…
…Well, only 4 minutes till 5am, I should sleep now.
