I have been really slack these days. I almost went to bed every night at around 8:30pm to 9pm. But guess what, I often woke up at the night like 2am or 3am, logging a thought that I would still have at least another 4-5 hours to have the luxury to sleep. Then I felt extremely blessed and content. I went to the toilet, then I went back to the bed to have my second round of sleep in ONE NIGHT.

I don’t know about you, this is one of the few moments that I have that sort of natural and spontanious satisfaction in my life, like a baby’s basic needs being met. Sometimes I think I only have very much below-average IQ at that point of time. I put my feet into warm sheepskin boots and walked around between bedroom and bathroom door, having an absolutely hazy mind.

I really wondered if I was at my most vulnerable moment and if anyone is able to respond to anything that might happen in this house, like a bugler or an intruder?