How does it feel to lose something precious which doesn’t belong to you in the first place?
My thoughts were reactivated at 0400H in the morning with the alarm on my Casio wristwatch. Calling the span of the moments that I lost my thinking sleep because I was there lying on my folding bed, I was asking myself what’s the big deal for the day. 3 hours that passed I was anxiously trying to shut-off my thinking in gaining some rest while struggling to fight my usual insomnia on the eve of my first flight mission the day to follow. And as in the previous nights however, like in the typical anticipation of a first experience in my life, I didn’t have a good night’s sleep true to the literal meaning of the word. So losing my consciousness a bit while and opening my thinking back at the day of the actual event I’m hearing a voice speak from within. . . .”So here we go again buddy, now what are we going to do. . . .should we do something or simply watch the thing to arrive doing nothing?”
I took my sleeping gears outside the maintenance office and traversed the hangar to the corner where the steel lockers were situated. Setting my combat boots ready and packing my things, I set out for a bath. It was quite early in the morning to be part of the day’s bathers waiting for their turn in line so that I was the first to have used the bathroom that particular day without the usual rush. The coldness of the first burst of water on the shower was just like the first surge of a feeling of alienation on a new thing to be tried in life. In due time it loses its sting and familiarization sets in. . . .then the boredom. Bathing isn’t a thing to be bored about doing however, there’s that individual necessity to get cleaned and your personal feelings towards the act becomes trivial. Despite a heavy feeling owing to a short sleep, the water from the shower doesn’t lose its power to wash up whatever undesirable thing you may have from both without and within. A fresh feeling follows. . . .That doesn’t keep me from asking however how much baths I could take in my lifetime enduring lack of sleep. I was told it wasn’t good for the health to take a bath after a late night’s sleep. How would one apply that case situation to an insomniac? I was caught in the habit as early as my first year in college taking ¾ of the evening reviewing for exams the next day. Bad habits are hard to break I supposed, you can’t set aside bathing at the first hour of the day and endure rest of the working hour feeling sticky and foul smelling in a country whose average temperature could top 37°C in high noon. . . . So I’d rather take a short life span in taking a bath against health restrictions and feel fresh than endure forever feeling sticky and miserable.
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