Sleepwalking my way through life: Quick round-up



Quick round-up

I lie back on my bed, loose springs nudging my back and a comfy pillow welcoming my head, before letting out a deep sigh. The rain pounds a grey light through my window and the trees tilt threateningly outside; a testament to the Scottish winter. I fold my arms behind my head and smirk at the ceiling.

Finally, it has finished. After numerous essays, more than a few late nights, and one class test it has finally finished. Semester One of my first year has officially ended, and I can lie back and relax for a good six weeks as Christmas and New Years roll by. People always tell me how they hate how the days are darker; that the night is taking over the day. I, however, am the opposite. I welcome the darker hours as it gives me the perfect reason to close my eyes and sleep the day away.


I close my eyes and cross my legs, propping my right leg on my left. As a result my mobile phone falls out the pocket and I pick it up languidly to cycle through old messages. The blue glow is almost blinding in the current light, and my eyes narrow to read the messages. I smile and laugh as I see the usual ones, but I stop when I see an unexpected one. My face falls and I slip the phone back in my pocket.

Sal. After the Psychology class test that signified the end of the semester, Dawn and I waited for him to compare marks and exchange Christmas plans, but he never showed up. A quick text later revealed that he was dropping out of university; it wasn’t for him and he was applying for full time jobs instead. He was a short lived friend, and one of my greatest regrets is that I didn’t hang about with him enough when I had the chance. The same is happening with most of my university friends, and I feel the makings of a New Years resolution in an attempt to change that.


I almost drift off to sleep, feeling the dizzying fall into warm darkness, before being woken by a hand resting on my chest. I peer down at it, eyebrow raised. It is close enough to my face that I can make out the lines in the skin – a criss-crossing quilt made of silk and velvet – and the deep red of the fingernails. The hands traces up to an arm which leads to a girl sleeping soundly beside me, her body rising and falling in rhythmical breathing. A strand of hair has fallen out of place, and I sweep it away with a finger. In her sleep, she smiles.

That’s Jane by the way. I feel that this is a good a time as any to introduce her, despite her being mentioned more than a few times before. We’ve been going out for about a month, stealing time together between classes and essays – occasionally during both too. She has a bad taste in music, but she makes up for it in other ways.


I shift over closer to her and slip my arm around her shoulder. She sighs slightly and pushes up against me, lifting her right leg over mine and burying her head in my chest. She has the slightest scent of perfume about her and I absentmindedly run my fingers through her hair as my eyes sleepily scan my room; my posters that have to be taken down soon, my broken clock, and my out of date calendar.

The end of the year is almost here. It’s rushing up on me quicker and quicker these days – eleven days until Christmas and then only another six before the Hogmanay festival in Glasgow. Then before I know it 2006 is gone and I’m left with a whole new year to look forward to. But what about the year that has passed? Singapore, school, breakups, exams, jobs, make-ups, summer, exam results, breakups, University, new friends, old friends, new relationships.


I sigh and shift position, Jane’s hand moving to my lower stomach.

2006. Christ, what a year.

I laugh to myself quietly, and fall asleep.
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2 Comments:

At 7:31 pm, Anonymous kiwiqueen said...

I'd love to be able to sum up my year like that, but either not a lot has happened, or too much for me to remember has passed. Before September, my mind is a blank! I may have to consult my diary... :-D

 
At 11:07 pm, Anonymous brian said...

snore

 

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