Escape.
Last night, I came into a quite dark home. It wasn't empty, because everyone was asleep in their beds. I had made a late evening errand to pick up PTA silent auction items.
The past week I have been reading the last of the Dark Towerseries by Stephen King. I started this story many years ago and it is coming to a close.
I put away the items of donatation and items of purchase from Walmart from my errands. I let the dogs in to sleep in our beds, each going to their dedicated master. I turn the alarm on, house is secured.
After my nightly ritual and checking on each sleeping body, I pull out my escape and make me a drink. Taking both in the living room I sit comfortably in the recliner. I open the book, my current escape from realism and continue the story.
As I read and escape from my worries, thoughts try to enter into my mind. They remind me of everything I should be doing during this time of solitude and quiteness. You should be studying up those XML and .NET stuff. You should be doing a thorough cleaning of that filthy office in there. You should be reorganizing your PTA stuff. I simply turn the page and read on. As I read the words disappears but the story continues in my minds eye, unfolding before me.
I take a drink. It is Barcardi Rum and coke. I think I should not be drinking. I look forward to these quite nights sitting here with my drink either reading a good story or watching a decent movie. Either way is a means to escape my worries and relax. My reasoning mind reminds me this drink is similar to melatonin or tylenol pm, it just puts you in a relax state to sleep. When exactly does a drunk become a drunk? Probably recalls the first drink in his/her life, but not the one that they need. I take another drink and turn the page in the book.
I sit here till my eyes are closing and the words no longer disappears as the story plays out, rather blurs. I get up, putting away my two items and head to bed. I get a good night sleep.
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