Sunday Morning

Moved into the room next door. The previous room i stayed in was nice and cosy. the top bunk bed was soft and the comforter was just fluffly enough. There's a nice long mirror on the table, where i put all my lotions and makeup. The room was just a mess. but it was 'warm'.

Last night was the first night i slept in the new room. COLD. not temperature-wise. it's just 'cold'.

That room has a nice bouncy queen sized bed (only nice thing), but otherwise it's just cold. my uncle is an avid collector of chinese vases and stuff like that, and so he stores all of them in that room on shelves. and there's one item that really creeps me. a porcelian(?) china doll.  skin crawling stuff.  (it's on a shelf, sight blocked by another shelf full of vintage books from my bed) 

The room had no mirror. even though i initially wanted to get one, i gave that thought up. last night, as tired as i was, i put off going to sleep. 

i couldnt get the image of the porcelian thing out of my head. and it's always hard to sleep in a new room *makes it harder when they're antique stuff everwhere, makes you think where they came from*.

And when i got to sleep - guess what? A nightmare/dream. I'm not comfortable posting this up here. *no, i did not dream of my own death.8 Anyways, when i woke up, i thought about it. ..

... i might just move to samantha's apartment earlier than i thought i would. (mind you, sharing a bed with her is horrid. She moves a few inches towards your side every minute and soon you'll be sprawled on the floor and stomping off to the living room couch to get a night's rest.)