The place is deserted

Day one of my five day weekend started a little earlier than I had hoped. After much deliberation over what to do and where to go, I decided to chill out, not plan anything in particular other than reading up on some photography books, and then if somewhere takes my fancy, I'll just go. Todays itinerary, however, included a long lie in, something I haven't done in a long time... or so I thought.

I became aware that I was half awake and that the strange noise in my dream was actually coming from the real world. Half dazed, I rolled over peering over the side of my bunk to see if I could find its origin. It was light, but I was sure it wasn't time to finish sleeping. I figured (using logic that only makes sense when your in a semi-dream state) that if I concentrated hard enough on my comfy bed (it was the kind of comfy that only happens on rare occasions, generally when it's rainy outside and you have to get up uncharacteristically early, and feels like what fresh baked hand made bread smells like) and went back to sleep, I might be able to make the noise go back into the land of the unreal, therefore making it not exist in real life. Problem solved. Suddenly, I shot straight up, a penny had dropped and my body had responded quicker than my brain had managed to figure out what the penny was exactly. I had forgotten to turn off the sound on my laptop and someone was Skyping me. I rushed down the ladder to answer the call before it woke up my roommate. It was just after 5.30am. The caller(who shall remain nameless)'s excuse was that they forgot there was a time difference between Scotland and Taiwan... I'm not bitter (although if I hadn't got back to sleep again...) Other than a trip to Taoyuan for food and supplies since all restaurants and shops are closed for the holiday, the rest of the day was blissfully uneventful.