Bedache

It happens to me far too often. I'm lying in bed, doing everything in my power to recover that dream where I'm helping Scarlett Johansson get out of her dirty clothes after the attack of the Redi-Whip Monsters , and suddenly I find that I have contracted bedache. That dull pain in your shoulder, neck, or back that comes from lying in bed for just a little too long.

I like sleeping late. There's something oddly satisfying in watching the world out the window from bed, especially when I'm up at school as that window into the quad courtyard gives me a very nice view of some foliage. I usually just lie there, wondering what I'm going to do for the day or whether or not reading that chapter on the syllabus that was labeled "suggested reading" is really required.

I wonder if in some places, laziness is next to godliness rather than cleanliness.

Either way, I'm not on either end of the spectrum. I tend to freak out if I don't get stuff done when I say I'm going to and there are always piles of things on my floor. It IS the most convenient storage space sometimes.

But there are always times when I wish it was just me, my bed, and that tree. And no damn bedaches.