Snuggling in

Hibernation is the only way I can explain it.

I feel fine but have been sleeping an alarming number of hours. Once the sun sets, I yearn for bed. And once dinner is done, I go there straight away. Perhaps it's the ever earlier darkness or the warm cocoon of my apartment that lulls me.

I don't sleep immediately — I've gotten in the habit of watching an Australian mystery show on Netflix — but I drift off before the crime is solved. 

"Shouldn't I be going out? Making friends? Meeting people? Working on my personal writing?" These questions surface in my dreamy state. I snuggle deeper under the covers, turn up my electric blanket and feel content to let them pass.

I've given myself until the new year to occupy this sleepy state. Then I'll kick off the covers and get back to life. 

Just before dusk/bedtime