Boy was I tired? I don’t know what was
wrong with me. I was waking up more tired than when I was going to bed. What
was the point of sleep if it didn’t work? I was considering taking mine back to
the shop and asking for a refund, or a replacement. I mean it was obviously
faulty.
Every time my alarm went off, I swore and
exclaimed that it was not fair. The
thought of not being able to return to the luxury of my bed for another sixteen
hours was devastating. But still I dragged myself out of bed, plodded to the
shower and somehow got myself through the morning routine. If this was
the real world, then I wanted to go back to my make believe one.
I usually was fully awake for the journey
to work, but today I was really struggling. My brain seemed blurred and my
eyelids drawn. I could feel myself nodding off. The experts advise you to get out and
walk when you can feel sleep enveloping you. The problem for me was I was
already walking. Sleep walking to work
Ting, ting! Ting, ting! A cyclist whooshed
past me, bringing me back to my senses. I’d strayed into the middle of the path
and had nearly collided with him. I rubbed my eyes and stretched myself and
carried on walking. I was glad I was in the safety of the park. Nearly
colliding with a cyclist was one thing, a Cardiff bus would be a whole lot scarier.
I had to stay awake, I had to stay awake, I had to staaaaaaaaaaaa
aweeeeerk.
I don't know how many more steps I took. It
couldn't have been more than ten. Then the side of my foot brushed the curb,
my leg crumped underneath me. I was rolling, down, down, picking up speed. I
was aware of my movement, but not conscious enough to stop it.
If you ever need something to wake you up,
can I recommend freezing cold water? The rolling stopped abruptly when I splashed
into the river. The spray of water scaring the swan who was diving for krill
nearby. I was lucky it was low tide, that the river wasn't swirling and
chopping and tearing out to sea like it was on most days in Cardiff. I sat up in the shallows and rubbed my eyes.
All my faculties seemed to be in order. I stood up and let the water sluice
from me. I fished out my phone from my pocket. Amazingly it still worked.
“Yeah I’m going to be a bit late… Well you
are not going to believe it I fell in the river.”
I was right, they didn't believe it.
Amusing story :-)
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