Heavy Sleeper

Reading has its own rewards. Sleeping all day is another thing. I am a self-confessed sleeping addict. I’m obsessed with it because I can do so much when I dream – like flying, going to Paris, meeting the man of my dreams (and his beautiful wife? lol) and even the most impossible things can happen such as being reunited with my loved ones who already passed away. For me, sleeping is a wonderful blessing from the Lord. It’s my ticket to a wonderland of love and beauty, a way of escaping from all the troubles and worries of the real world. I’m not saying that I hate reality. All I’m saying is that when I sleep, it seems like I can temporarily forget about everything. I know it sounds absurd but if I would be given the chance, I’d go to Spain to taste their sangria and of course, to experience their siesta “heller! you can have siesta in Manila!” you say, but I want to do it in Barcelona! period! haha! Ambishosa! Kidding aside, I just want to have a whole day when I can just sleep and read. I’ve been uber busy these past few days and I want to take a rest.  You see, I work on a shifting schedule so it’s almost impossible to have a good sleeping habit. Two days to go and night shift’s going to start again. That would be for the whole month of December. Just the mere thought of it is enough to set me on a sad mood But hey! I still have Sundays