i've been back for almost a week but it's only now that my sleeping hours are becoming somewhat 'me'. the past few nights have seen me in really grumpy states - waking up at 6am; dying to fall asleep by 1am. now, i could at least last slightly past 1am and am slowly crawling out of bed at only 10am.
sometimes, i do think that it's best i never came back at all. keeping everything at a distance with a wall in between. no physicality, no intimacy, no nothing that could penetrate it.
cos only that way, i know my heart and mind is safe from insanity.
touched down last night with a handful of goodies. i was telling my man that it felt strange that when i woke up, i woke up to sydney but now that i'm going to bed, i'm sleeping to the sounds of singapore.
either i've travelled back and forth way too much for my brain to realise the difference or i'm simply lost in transition.
i'm just 2 days away from stepping foot on hot and humid singapore. i'm just 2 days away from my family, my laydees and my man. i'm just 2 days away from some nice chill-out session in the heat. i'm just 2 days away from the food that i've missed.
i need to sleep without the aid of temazepam or some nonsense sleeping pill. i need to sleep without destroying the mouthguard that's meant to prevent destructions of my teeth.
i need to sleep without jumping out of bed fearing that i missed an important exam or something.