I woke up after hardly any sleep due to late night conversations after seeing Machine Head, Bring Me The Horizon (unfortunately) and Devildriver.
I think the alarm went off at around 7am, I opened my eyes, and found myself staring at half open blinds. It remained dark outside for a couple of minutes. Slowly embers gloomed through the formerly dark sky. For some reason I felt surprised by the natural light. The way it illuminated the trees' winter skeletons, it was really beautiful.
That morning made me realise how i've found my life in Sheffield to be fuelled by fabricated things, like light bulbs. When I actually attend my 9am lectures, I get woken by a screechy alarm usually after falling asleep at 4am. If I make it out of bed I bash the light switch to just get blinded by awful lighting. I then potter around the fake-lit house, losing my trail of thought as I walk into rooms I did or did npt mean to walk in to. If I have a giant lie and wake up in the dark. THEN I AM POWERED BY LIGHT BULBS. It is really wrong. Not waking up with the sun or going to sleep with the dark must be unhealthy. I think I am going to start waking up just in time to watch sunrise before morning tea.
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