The last couple of days, I have been more observant of the way I wake up in the morning. It's rather distinctive, that I couldn't quite shrug it off hours after.
A few years ago, I noticed the brief amnesia upon waking up. Everyday this is true, and suddenly becoming quite an addiction that I know if I want to forget something even momentarily, I should just sleep it off. The addiction is not in the rush of memories coming back 5 seconds after you wake up, the addiction is in forgetting and numbing the pain.
These past days, it's more on how I wake up. My body is wired to wake up at a certain time of the day, the same goes to what time I usually sleep at night. 8 am is almost always the best time to alert my body that it's time to get out of bed although I get up much earlier to perform Fajr before going back to sleep again, Yesterday was the first time I felt it, and this morning I was fully awake to remember it all. I felt a press to my chest, as if there was a button at the centre of my body, and someone switched me on, and my soul has returned to me once more. I felt my heart raced and slowed down after my first stretch in bed. The brief amnesia took its course and I laid in bed trying to get it all together again.
My bed is haven for me and a home for now. Wrapped in its warmth, and sucked into comfort.
Well, do you ever observed what it's like waking up in the morning? How silence suddenly becomes loud, or how a memory flashes before you?