feet on floor |
Ah yes, I think I woke up. At the very least, I can tell that the bottoms of my feet are colder than they should be if they are still ensconced under the covers. Probably means they are resting on the concrete floor by my bed and I haven’t found my fluffy slippers yet. I’m not sure this really qualifies as woke up, but it is a great comparison. I spend so much time upright and moving without being attentive. I notice this lack of awareness when I’m gently jolted into interest. I’m embarrassed that I spend so much time like a zombie. Just moving forward, concerned only with what I will consume next, unaware that what I consume does not nourish. Why live as a zombie if I’m not dead?