A Verse Skipped.

This is totally out of randomness. And yes totally blogging from my phone comes under that category. This morning I woke up thinking that I was back home snuggled under my comforter, even with my eyes half closed, I could almost feel the airconditioner blowing its cool air towards me. The dimness of the salt lamp on my study, the bookshelf right next to my bed (its a wonder why I've not knocked my head against the hard wood YET) the smell of the night before, all contained within those four walls. It really felt as if, if I actually think hard enough, maybe, maybe in some bizarre manner I could be there. Eyes fully open now and for a moment everything seemed foreign. Went to the bathroom and it just wasn't the same. Went to make breakfast but the usuals weren't there. I was awakened by foreign. And even for a fleeting moment, the feeling of being at home was worth it all. On another totally unrelated note, there's flea market today! Will find out if gypsy will have company or not k! :) Have a good day everyone, remember, remember to be yourself at all times! Because you can't be the best and there's no such thing as 'the' best. Being the best that you can already makes you the best amongst the best ;)