Lying In Bed . . . . . . .

Lying in bed in Edinburgh feels nice for a while.  It’s cosy and the oversized duvet wrapped around me a few times keeps the cold morning air away.  Flicking on the TV and watching The Wright Stuff is fun especially when someone has a ridiculous opinion on an important current issue in the news.  I can shout at the telly.  Hearing other people potter about in other areas of the house is comforting.  Reading the paper and having a cup of tea brought to me is something I adore.  Darkness for as long as possible with the aid of black out blinds meaning I can sleep until noon if it pleases me.  Alone, with a good book for hours. . . . . . . restlessness always creeps in though.  Slowly but before I know it I have to get up, have to tidy the kitchen, have to finish that bit of work, have to wonder what I’m missing.  Should I drop in on my grandfather to check he is alright?  Should I call my friend who has been trying to get a hold of me for a week or so?  I should really call my bank and sort out my overdraft, I should apply for jobs, I should empty the bin, I should change my hair, I should go shopping to look better this week at work, I should get my teeth whitened, I should go to the gym, I should start my new health regime, I really should get round to changing everything about my life and why the feck am I lying in bed?  I should be ashamed of myself, lazy bitch.

Lying in bed in Ikoyi is nice.  I am cool because of the AC, I can hear its soft humming and the movement of the fans.  I switch it off and feel the warmth spread over me pretty quickly, it’s lovely.  The brightness of the sun blares through the curtains but not enough to light the room.  I have no TV so I’m left with my thoughts.  I remember the night before, the good times, the laughs and the new people filling me up with new ideas, opinions and snapshots of philosophies I admire.  No rush to get up but the smell of sausages and bacon and warm bread is wafting in my window.  It’s coming from next door where my breakfast is being cooked.  I rise, no need to get out of my pyjamas, no need to wash my face or brush my teeth.  No one cares what I look like.  They just want my company.  I eat, drink and chat about anything I want to.  I have no wish to change my life, my only thoughts are on the swimming pool and how hot the sun is outside.  I don’t need to whiten my teeth anymore, I don’t need to check people are ok without me, I shouldn’t go to the gym or pay any bill because that would ruin this glorious day.  I shouldn’t change a thing and I might even go back to bed when the sun goes down and I won’t be ashamed of myself.