Monday, December 17, 2012
To Be Lazy
I remember that hazelnut cream warmed me even better than the coffee--it was the best cup of coffee I had ever had in that dining hall. Perhaps it was just sweeter because it would be my last for the semester.
I stepped out of my last final exam with a sense of pride--I do not know how well I did, but I did it. That, above all things, was important Friday morning. I would see Trey soon, and I would be relaxed soon. I could lower my shoulders from their usual tense state; I could breathe without fear I have to get up and sprint to the office again.
All work that I could do had been done, and now when my email wakens my phone, it is junk mail--the lazy sound of junk unneeded and unwanted. I have grown quite fond of this laziness. I have bustled more papers outside of the classroom than I have inside of it these past few months, only to see my bed late at night when I was ready to lay my head down and hardly sleep. I could not even recall the details of that bedroom to anyone if necessary. The bedroom was a state foreign to me: slumber.
But I am sleeping better now, even with a little Boston Terrier laying across my feet. She is a sign of comfort I need at night while I am far away; while I am far away from work and due dates. If only I could be closer to some of whom I love.