I always wake up with my cheeks wet and my eyes watery. I don’t think it’s tears of sorrow or tears of joy. I just wake up after having cried every morning. I had never really paid attention to it until this morning. I guess all of the stuff from yesterday and my poor health is making me take notice of myself.
I’m guessing that that is what this is. A fluke. Nothing more than my body being stupid again. Not following orders. Not doing what’s natural.
It’s not that my dreams are sad. No, not at all. My dreams normally take flight on the backs of giant bumble bees and pools made of rainbows. Strange and occasionally grotesque in nature, that’s hidden behind the fluff and humour, they take me to the places that only I have access to. No one else has understood their meaning except for myself, and even than it’s only on occasion.
I don’t cry. Never in front of others at least. If I must, I’ll wait until I’m in the shower or in bed before sleep takes me. To wake up with a wet pillow and face is so strange to me. I’m not sure what to make of it.
I’m not upset by it, nor am I disturbed. I don’t feel one way or the other about it for the most part.
Although,
I have one complaint about it, why can’t my eyes be this moist during the day when I’m actually in my contacts? Ha. Again, another annoying fluke in my body. I don’t produce enough tears. Thanks body for being cool like that.
