Among all of the little things that make me smile in life, I have to admit that those lucky mornings when I don’t have to get up early for anything in particular make me smile the most. Whether it’s the weekend or a day off, I just love that feeling when I slowly start to wake up and realize that I can simply close my eyes and sleep some more. Without plans or deadlines to spring me into action, I love hanging out a little longer in bed, free from the guilt that comes with having “things I must do.” That being said, I often have trouble sleeping for very long periods as my mind tends to keep me awake. But even if I’m not asleep, lounging in a stack of pillows is the best feeling in the world. Here, I can let my mind wander to anything at all and it’s when I get some of my best ideas.
There’s something magical about that half asleep, half awake state that takes my mind to interesting places. Perhaps it’s because I still have one foot inside the dream world and I’m not hindered by bothersome reality. In my stack of lovely pillows, I can continue dreaming about things I’d like to do and even dream up ways I might go about doing them. This past weekend, I began to think about writing and illustrating a book of some kind. Unfortunately, my mind zipped and zapped through so many different possible executions of said book, that I grew sleepy and dozed off before true genius had time to strike. If I recall, in the actual dream I had next, the book was rather well-received and had something to do with a cat. No idea what the plot was or even the title, but that’s why we have this little feline illustrating today’s post.
I’m certain that the actual book idea won’t involve a cat as I’m much more of a dog person and cats have always just perplexed me. But dreaming about it felt good. It’s a lovely feeling to experience something I’ve always wanted, even when it’s not actually real. Sometimes, I just love enjoying a wonderful day dream. An imagined moment of winning the lottery and happily choosing the first thing I’ll do with my imaginary prize. Or another moment where I’m living in Paris for an extended period and find myself fluently speaking the language. I’m still of average means and my French is deplorable, of course, but in these dreams, everything is brillaint! I’ve no idea when I’ll find the time to write a book, but I figure as long as I keep dreaming about it, one day, it’s bound to happen. Just one stack of pillows away from a delightful dream that finally decides to come true.
About the Doodlewash
Sennelier L’Aquarelle: Opera Rose, Olive Green, Burnt Sienna, Ultramarine Deep, and Payne’s Gray. Lamy Safari Al Star pen with Platinum Carbon black ink in a little red cloth hardbound l’aquarelle journal I found in a Paris shop.