most dream like rest day to ever rise
Wednesday, 6th May 2026
Lazed around all morn. Didn’t sleep until nearly 4AM. Too busy scrolling Pinterest, trying to find the best position to cover my ears from my roommate next door and planning how I’d style myself for Met Gala after parties. Something short while still on theme, with the craziest pair of shoes you’ve ever seen.
Rose late. Called my mother to tell her I love her. Sent exactly one email before closing my laptop and calling it a day. Had the best everything-shower imaginable. Lit candles in my bathroom because I am nothing if not a fire hazard. I like it. The hot water reddening my skin as I follow my silly little routines. Oils, foams, masks - the whole lot. Slipped into my 60s babydoll sleepwear before coating myself in body lotion. It’s slightly see through with leopards prints. Danced around it in feeling like some corny coming of age girl. You know, those early 2000s girls in movie, filled with dream and passion? Far too much energy. Laid on my bed with my new covers because life is good. Placed the two pieces of chocolate on my tongue. Slightly gaped mouth. Letting it melt onto each tastebud. Careful not to let my teeth scrape off the top layer. Moving my tongue along the bottom of the piece. The roof of my mouth millimetres away from the chocolate. Silence. Melting. Widing down. Wondering how people out there are performing this same ritual. Eating sweets before bed. A child’s dream. Flicked through the magazine I bought in Tesco yesterday.
Feet sore, exhausted from work while carrying around this bag from “the big shop”. Still have marks on my left shoulder from it. Bought myself the magazine because a girl I served bought the same issue from me earlier. Very influential.
Collected my other few magazines from my shelves. Started ripping out any papers I found particularly pretty. Stuck to my wall by the doorway. Just under the fairy lights I added two days prior. Making this house a home. Painted my nails two colours. Which is weird cause I always wear fake nails. Never painted. Trying to give my nails some room to breathe. Painted them pastel yellow and blue. The colours remind me of something I haven’t quite put my finger on yet.
Unsure if blue suits me or if I’m lying to myself. Hoped and prayed I’m not lying to myself. Which is a horrid habit I used to indulge in more often than not. There’s blue in my outfit for [Redacted’s] graduation show. I miss [Redacted]. I should go see [Redacted] soon. Not today. See no one today. Ideal for a day of relaxation.
Spent the evening scribbling down nonsense. Tried to write a haiku. I’ve never understood haiku’s. Even when a professional haiku author came into our clock tower creative writing class in the Capital years ago. Explaining the origins, formation, meanings and all the important stuff. [Redacted 2] likes haikus. She was really good at writing them too. I’m not. Tried again this evening but it still doesn’t feel right. Maybe one day I’ll understand what it is I’m doing wrong.
Indecisive at the moment. Stuck somewhere between drawing on the coloured sheets I got from a surprise bag or painting on a mini canvas. Painting by candle light does feel more relaxing. Romantic even.
I suppose I should make a decision. Act upon my desires. I’ll see you so soon. Love always.