Jet Lag & Jazz

There’s something decadent about listening to jazz over a steaming mug of chocolate at 4a.m. in a softly lit bedroom. I suppose I should have known better than to succumb to sleep at 10p.m. It wasn’t a particularly restful sleep either, filled with dreams… strange dreams of the downtown area of a city which didn’t seem to be recognisable as either Singapore or Toronto. I’m half tempted to go to the roof and see if the moon is out tonight. On my way back from the airport two nights ago I was welcomed home by the absolutely largest moon I’d ever seen. But nah… I’m trapped in the luxurious web I’ve weaved over my own bedroom. And the soft folds of my comforter and bed beckon invitingly for me to return to their embrace. *yawn* Maybe this time I’ll be able to sleep till morning…