Remember when you were a kid and how, when you were sleepy, you’d just go to bed?
Like, that was all there was to it?
Now when you’re sleepy you have to check that the front door is locked, pull the blinds down, check the cats have water, run the dishwasher, shutdown the computer, turn the TV off, brush your teeth, get a glass of water, remove your unfolded laundry from the bed, plug your phone in, make sure your alarm is set and do one last social media check.
I don’t use the snooze button. Never have, never will. I set my alarm to go off at the last possible minute to try and choke all the potential sleep out of the nights lungs.
Sleep is rad.
The snooze button. Whether it’s on your phone, alarm clock or whatever. I just don’t get it. At its absolute base level – hitting the snooze button means that you’ve set your alarm to go off before you need it to go off. Before you need to get out of bed.
The man is thinking about buying a silver statue of some deity that he finds physically attractive, because that’s what he’s doing. He is in a new/small shop on a busy street in a town in another country. A country he’s visited many times before and is familiar with.
He haggles over the price and walks away from the sale over a 50 cent difference of opinion. As he’s leaving he says to no one in particular that he’ll check how much money he has at the ATM.
He walks to the ATM, which to him seems oddly close to the small shop; it almost definitely wasn’t there when he went into the shop. The man doesn’t notice these things.