Oh, great. The plan was to not wake up any time before 10 am because the new year was to begin with endless sleep. But she did wake up. At 4:57 AM. Despite having turned off all alarms and switching her smartphone to the flight mode the previous night.
It took a mosquito to start her new year like that. A mosquito fiercely biting a corner of her poor palm. The only mosquito in the bedroom which she eventually smashed to death after her second trip to the washroom.
Between her husband and her, they had some kind of lingo flowing. What is technically called urination was euphemistically termed "the small one" and defecation was nicknamed "the big one". So, while engaging in the big one on the pot, she reflected if the mosquito was the only reason she couldn't sleep long enough.
Maybe one had to account for the squabble she and her husband had had in bed just a quarter past midnight (both had had sleep-laden eyelids, they had been holding hands and cuddling through most part of the squabble). Such emotional turbulence always disturbed her sleep quality.
One should also acknowledge, though she would strictly not, that the sugar-loaded Giani's icecream in her favourite café mocha flavour should be given its due credit in messing up her sleep. After all, both sugar and coffee are known to hinder sleep quality.
But it is indecent to criticise the beloved icecream on her monthly cheat day. New Year's Eve and January 1 were together marked as a cheat day in her otherwise no-sugar culinary life.
Talking of cheat days, she had also ordered a footlong from Subway for dinner the previous night and chosen the "sweet onion sauce" from the customisation menu on Foodpanda. But guess what. They skipped the very sauce while assembling her footlong. Maybe it was the New Year's Eve rush. Anyway, she ate her footlong silently, acknowledging the concept of Murphy's law.
It took a mosquito to start her new year like that. A mosquito fiercely biting a corner of her poor palm. The only mosquito in the bedroom which she eventually smashed to death after her second trip to the washroom.
Between her husband and her, they had some kind of lingo flowing. What is technically called urination was euphemistically termed "the small one" and defecation was nicknamed "the big one". So, while engaging in the big one on the pot, she reflected if the mosquito was the only reason she couldn't sleep long enough.
Maybe one had to account for the squabble she and her husband had had in bed just a quarter past midnight (both had had sleep-laden eyelids, they had been holding hands and cuddling through most part of the squabble). Such emotional turbulence always disturbed her sleep quality.
One should also acknowledge, though she would strictly not, that the sugar-loaded Giani's icecream in her favourite café mocha flavour should be given its due credit in messing up her sleep. After all, both sugar and coffee are known to hinder sleep quality.
But it is indecent to criticise the beloved icecream on her monthly cheat day. New Year's Eve and January 1 were together marked as a cheat day in her otherwise no-sugar culinary life.
Talking of cheat days, she had also ordered a footlong from Subway for dinner the previous night and chosen the "sweet onion sauce" from the customisation menu on Foodpanda. But guess what. They skipped the very sauce while assembling her footlong. Maybe it was the New Year's Eve rush. Anyway, she ate her footlong silently, acknowledging the concept of Murphy's law.
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