Waking up is the worst part of the day, not because I don't want to live or have another day but because - I love to be warm, snug and comfortable. I also like to be fully alert and aware of my surroundings and I really love to see everything around me. Waking up messes with me, it's like stepping out into snow with no shoes on outside of my blanket, once I move I notice aches all over, I'm still tired, and I'm only slightly aware of my surroundings with no vision whatsoever until I fumble around to find my glasses. It just sucks.
Once upon a time in a far away place there was a very tiny town of mostly relatives. On the full moon on the 13th day in the 6th month after all had come home from a long week of labor to start their weekend in came a stranger walking in their midst. She took a room in the INN that night, all mysterious like as she didn't speak a word.
As the sun was slowing to rise the next morning a young whelp of a boy just tall enough to stand up to a grasshopper snuck into the old Inn. Up the stairs he went with wonder forth to get a glimpse of the wondering lass who'd come in the night before. If he was to tell a story to his kin at breakfast he'd need to see her face. Opened the door he did, and one by one tip-toed into the room.
" A LION! " he put his hands over his mouth to silence his gasp. his heart thumped and blood raced his eyes tight shut, he opened them up again slowly to look upon the heap of red hair tangled on the bed... relief.. it was the girl, he hair tangled in all and no eyes to be seen.
She yawned and rolled over, ironically the boy thought to himself, she does sound an awful lot like a lion too.. he gave a little worried laugh as he thought. He looked at her puzzled for he'd never seen anyone like her, she scared him and she was not even awake! Lost in dazed though the boy watched as the pile of hair shifted back and a face emerged from the darkness and blinked. Was this a woman? Really? The eyes which pierced the boy were looking straight at him, but he was sure she could not see him. She would probably eat him alive if she did. He couldn't move, He couldn't breathe, She was starting to gather her garnets and rags around her as she lifted herself to sit on the edge of the mattress. Hair was stuck up in all directions with no reason. The boy surely will die here, this cannot be a woman or a lion.. she was something more, something that chilled his scrawny frame of bones and flesh to their core. As the woman stood up, she stumbled with great force and hit the floor, a knee and hand hit the floor just shy of the child. He found himself face to face with this.. this creature - hair sprawled everywhere - the boy ran and yelled the only thing he could think of, "A WITCH, A WITCH ! SHE'S GOING TO EAT ME ! HELP ! HELP ! A WTICH !"
This is my version of how the legends of witches started. From a poor innocent girl like myself, who happens to look ghastly and feels tired and lazy upon trying to awake.
Dear super smart and slightly more motivated and rich folk. Please invent some type of drug or tazer that switches people for 110% unconscious to 110% awake that does not cause memory loss or impaired judgment.
Also please invent a microchip that works much like clicking [Workout] in the Sims. I of course would only want this function to work in the [workout] capacity and do not want anyone else to be able to force me to do any other functions, especially [woohoo] or [rude jester].
haha, that reminds me of click..
On the side I wouldn't mind the cute little robots from Big Hero 6, the ability to Fly, Transport my entire being or manipulate time/space. I will await the awesome.. which no one would probably share for good reason...
I suppose I will need to make all of these happen on my own.
Come now husband-meat. Let us get our thinking caps on... or.. you know.. just.. go to the gym :).
