Every time that I wake up, I always think about who in this world is going to sleep. And, conversely, when I go to sleep, I think about who is waking up. It's weird to me to think that, generally, there is an entire world that is busy going about its day while we are in our habitual, nightly comas.
Upon waking, especially now at an early hour, I think to myself that there are people on the other side of this beautiful globe who are winding down their days. They have spent the daylight hours in a concrete and steel building, as I will do while they are sleeping. I picture them coming home to their families, eating food of their respective country, and tucking themselves into bed. Perhaps they watch a movie while falling asleep or snuggle close to a lover. There are hormone-driven teenagers that are fighting the battle against day's darker counterpart, getting drunk and wasting time as if they had an endless supply of it. There are people falling in love for the first time, blushing as he grabs her hand and tells her that he's enjoyed her company. There are mothers singing quiet lullabies to newborn babies. There are lovers quarreling over silly, trivial things that won't matter come the morning.
And as that side of the earth awakes, I will be sliding in between the sheets of my bed, resting my head on the pillow that should have been replaced weeks ago, continuing this cycle of wake and sleep, armed to do it again tomorrow.
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