It is now 3.30am.
At 11.30pm, we went to Alazhar where I had naan and, despite TheHusband's raised eyebrow, teh tarik.
By 1.30am, I felt sleepy. Good good, maybe the teh was had too late in the night for it to take its effect.
I lay down. I closed my eyes. Suddenly, my mind became so awake. At the back of my eyelids, various movies were playing. A dolphin morphed into a frog and started jumping from cliff to cliff. The sun melted away and became a pool of molten hot lava.
I'm not getting any sleep at this rate.
I opened my eyes, closed them, tossed, turned.
Nope. No sleep.
Will this put me off tea? Of course not.
3.36am. Still no sleep.
TheHusband, whom I adore, is sleeping like a baby. The Baby has only woken up once. Both girls, whom I smother with kisses when they are asleep, are deep in dreamland. And I am up, in this caffeine-induced state, wondering if it's a good idea to start preparing breakfast now.
3.40am. Maybe I'll just soften the butter first. And maybe, I should avoid caffeine after 2pm like I told myself many moons ago.
2 comments:
U know i had many sleepless nights when i ate my teh tarik cake, like 2 slices per day. And yes i love teh tarik! MAJOR LOVE! Like u, its a must to hv teh tarik. Tapi tuhl, mind refused to shut down at night.-yati
Haha! I never knew you were a fellow addict! Now, i limit myself to one cup in the morning. I'll take little sips throughout the morning. Then petang2, no matter what, must resist temptation!
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