Moral hangover to come...

I didn't go to university today. I woke up to go to the bathroom and felt cold air going through my whole body. My bare feet dropped temperatures in a matter of seconds. I managed to keep my eyes closed during the walk from the side of my bed to the bathroom because I didn't want my sleeping mode to go away, it goes away with light reflecting from my eyes. It was not hard to keep them closed as I know the way by heart. It's as if my feet were automatic and had a life of their own. They guided and sat me on the toilet. Safely sat me on the toilet. Sometimes it's not like that. Sometimes I'd hit my toe with the bed. That instantly wakes me up.
I put on socks and my reindeer pajama button up shirt on top of the short sleeve one and crept back in my blankets.
I slept for another 45 minutes or so and woke up to the smell of coffee.
I didn't go to university today. I decided to stay, drink coffee and relax.
I'm waiting for the usual moral hangover. It will eventually come and I will ask myself if it was worth missing out on both of my classes.

xoxo
Cuca