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the post lunch slow down.

after eating, most people take a bit of a siesta. most thing temporarily slow down or shut down during this mildly sacred time of the day. the heat coupled with rice-filled bellies would lull most people to sleep but i just can't bring myself to participate.

i end up sitting in my room staring blankly at the wall for a few minutes. every day it happens the same. at about one or one thirty, i'll find myself day dreaming, thinking about something of little or no importance. if i go to sleep i fear i'll sleep for days, not willing to wake up for anyone or anything.

oh, sleep, the fowl temptress. every night she holds me down and i roll off unconscious. in the morning, when i am lucky, the refreshing daylight of the sun streams through my room, pierces my twitching eyelids and brings me to my feet.

the days all pass by too similar to remember one from the next.