Call of the Forest

𝐃𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐬

'Sleep tight, don't come out of bed tonight. Keep your dreams secure or you'll be told you're too mature. Sleep tight, wish you didn't dream this night. You should be ready for a fight. Sleep tight, everything all right? You dreamt nice, this might be the price. Sleep tight, but be cautious, because he will come at midnight.'

***

I've always hated waking up, it was the worst part of the day. Yes, going to sleep was hard but nothing next to; opening your eyes, knowing you have to repeat yesterday, and the day before that, and the day before that, because every day is one big time-loop.

Although, shutting my eyes knowing I'll have to stare at the back of my eyelids for a whole night comes to a close second.

I sometimes think about not waking up, not in the way of going back to sleep after you've been waked by your mom --this happened a lot too, however--, but in a way of not opening your eyes.

Not that I want that, oh no. I love being awake once I've covered the waking up and realizing part. But there is a high chance I will not wake up in a few years, I just eat and sleep, that can't be healthy. I mean, I do little to no sportive activities. I only sport once a week for P.E. and that's for school, and I do that with a lot of puffing and whining.

Also, I'm doing one more movement exercise, walking down the stairs to eat dinner. Sometimes I even skip a few stairs and do two at a time, that's when I'm feeling really energetic.

Now I'm returning to my room, my belly stuffed after not eating for a whole day.

And like always are my thoughts making this trip a lot longer than it should be.

Tomorrow starts school again, so I decided not to do my best to sleep tonight. What difference does It make; going to sleep and waking up every hour, or falling asleep when my body can't hold itself awake anymore.

I let my poor body fall in my chair. "I'm sorry my soul chose you." I whisper to my reflection referring to my corps.

It could have been owned by a fit soul, who would eat healthy and take care of themselves, but life isn't fair and we don't choose.

We think we have willpower and choose our own options, but do we really? Even small choices like should I eat an apple or a brownie are interfered with. When you've seen some ad about skinny athletes a few hours or days ago, you will probably choose the apple.

But if you are like me and have baking videos all over your media, you will most definitely choose the brownie.

I take a deep sigh, and let myself promise again to leave the depressing thought behind and make the best of it. I take my phone and start answering my friend.

'Have you done the homework?'

'No, I have copied it off Marlene'

'Sent it to me too'

'Ask her yourself'

'OH please, all-mighty homework savior,
save your people from this disturbing
work and sent help.'

I sigh, really really long and deep. She had put some effort into that.

*pictures sent*

I throw my phone on my bed. I can't wait to lay under my warm covers again...

***

Seventy-three, seventy-four, seventy-five... I could fall asleep. Seventy-six, seventy-seven... but do I want to wake up tomorrow and go to school for which I have missed all my assignments.