Tag: bathroom

my typical morning

Posted on by violeteye in Thoughts

i wake up. i wake my daughter up. good morning sunshine. prepare breakfast. my husband gets up and occupies the bathroom. i read the news, or facebook timeline, and then realize i am already hooked and put down the phone. pick it up again, click on youtube, and look for bath songs. husband comes out of the bathroom, daughter goes in. take school uniform out from the dresser, put them on the bed. daughter splish splashes her way out of the bathroom and asks for her towel. she puts on her shirt while watching youtube. hurry up, it’ll take forever if you do it like that. i take the nice comb, found under the bed yesterday after it went missing for weeks, from the vanity and comb daughter’s dripping wet hair. remember, side part. woosh woosh. kiss mama goodbye. and they are out.

i take my probiotic with a glass of water. thoughts seeping into my head like a foul morning mist. i remember last night i woke up from a very weird dream, worrying i forgot to put the bread in the fridge, especially since i bought one with a rich cream filling. i turned on the flashlight, not wanting to stir my family’s sleep. and saw that all the bread was already safe in the fridge. i was the one who put them there. but the one with the cream filling was nowhere to be found. not even at the bottom of husband’s tote bag. i was so sure i took one in the bakery. but then i wasn’t so sure about what’s going on in my head anymore. and that made me sad and angry and scared all at the same time. i returned to bed, pondering whether i should go to the toilet or not and finally got up and went. i then slipped under the blanket, looking at my daughter’s round sleeping face.

i plop down on the bed and check facebook again despite knowing it would take so much of my time. but i have turned away from it for such a long time. maybe, just maybe, i can practice doing what’s normal again. just the right dose, you know. one social media at a time. it’s okay. and i like and comment on a few posts from my dearest friends. and then realize again that i have stayed there longer than planned. i immediately switch to my renungan harian. pray. have breakfast and my grey tablet. write for ten minutes. and cry for both every and no reason at all.

Log #18

Posted on by violeteye in Dream Logs

i was having a vacation in a luxurious resort in papua (although i’ve never been to that part of the country in real life and the resort seemed more like those in bali). there were so many people, mostly families and lots of them were bules. i remember seeing somebody swimming on a horse’s back in the beach.

everything was beautiful except for the bathroom. it was shared, connected to two different rooms but had three doors. the doors were decaying and they were very difficult to close.

i think i was telling a story about the very place to another guest, whose face i cannot recall. it was about a man and a woman, both had been guests in the resort long before i came there, and they fell in love with each other. i remembered telling my listener that the man pursued the woman in very romantic ways.

Log #4

Posted on by violeteye in Dream Logs

i was in quite a spacious room, busy with my laptop. it could be any of all the rooms i had seen before. a queen bed divided the rectangular room and, just like in hotel rooms, a tv set stood exactly opposite the bed. the bathroom was at the far right corner. the entrance door was on my left, opened. the room had a medium-sized window by the door. i don’t remember whether the curtain was drawn or not.

the next thing i knew i was outside, standing in the terrace, panicking. i just got back from somewhere and it seemed like somebody had broken into the room from the ventilation. my friend D was there to help me observe the place. he said, ”it was a witch doctor who came here.” i was so shocked my eyes almost popped out.

then, i went to a church.