The blanket hugged me softly, telling tales of far away people, other dimensions, alternate universes.
All the tempting possibilities.
And I wanted to hear it all.
The bed wrapped its arms around me, trapping me, while I lay on the soft mattress, head sinking in the pillow, unaware of the trap. I didn't want to face the reality.
The stories were too wonderful.
And the beds and the blankets lulled me to sleep, singing songs softly in my ear, wrapping themselves even more tightly around me, keeping me snug. Imprisoning me in their false sweetness.
It was morning. A new page of my life. A fresh chance. But I didn't want to take it. I didn't want to write it. I was too happy listening to the possibilities, and not trying out for myself. Not wanting to take the risk. The sense of security was too addictive to leave.
And then a knight in a stained apron appeared. She switched on the lights, tore open the curtains and freed me from the grips of the seductive blanket. She pulled off my socks, opened the door of the balcony and let the sunlight flood in.
It was warm and cool at the same time. It was uncomfortable. But she heard nothing of it. She knew what was happening. The blankets, the beds, the pillows, they had captivated me again. But she wasn't the one to back off. She uttered her spells, the ancient incantations that woke up the students in a start.
The dreaded "It's already 8 am. You are late for classes."
And just like that, she freed me from the addictive clutches of the the bedding.
And now I have my pen in my hand, and the day in front of me. I have a fresh new page.
~*~*~*~*~14 February 2022~*~*~*~*~
Even though my New Years' Resolutions says that I will wake up at 5 every morning, so far, nothing has worked out. When I went to bed last night, this was the last conscious thought I had--"Bed is a villain"
So here is a flash fiction.
*sighs*
I am supposed to be writing for the ONC, I am supposed to be completing my notebook (assignment checking tomorrow) but here I am, writing flash fictions and procrastinating.
Well, folks. That's all for today. Don't forget to thank your parents for waking you up (or whoever wakes you up, even if it's the loud neighbour next door or that annoying bird) I hope you don't have exams and copy checkings coming your way.
*another heavy sigh*
~Anony
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