woke up at 6.30am. I think God woke me up. and I think it provided time for Quiet Time. (I also didn't, COULDN'T, go back to sleep cuz my roommate kinda rolled onto MY bed space.) I decided against reading in the dark, or (impossibly) finding a solace anywhere else in hall, but decided to head off to school early. God sent the rain, that cleared the haze. At 6.30am, the morning sky was blue, with clouds. And later, it was actually painful to look at the sun, EVEN through the clouds.

This morning confirmed the first occasion when I thought she does roll about alot in her sleep. That occasion was when I woke up to go puke during camp. When I was sleepy and tired and nauseous. Therefore, after that, I wasn't really sure if it was really what I saw, or if I was hallucinating. But this morning confirms it all. I also always thought she was a light sleeper. Any slight sound I make would wake her up. No, I figured she's only sensitive to noise after 7.30am. Before that, heavy sleeper. Poking, calling her name, and tugging my blanket from under her legs, didn't even make her stir in her sleep. No response at all. And yes, my blanket remained pinned under. That's when I sighed, and sat up, thinking, FINE, I shall just wake up and stay up.
Okay I guess I'm complaining about her now. sounds mean, I'm sorry. But I can't help it. It's just somehow really depressing to EVEN have your sleeping/resting space invaded or taken away. Can't I even sleep in peace? ... I miss Mag. ...
Still, at least, I got to appreciate the calm morning for once since some time really LONG AGO when I had to wake up earlier. OR rather, when I COULD wake up earlier.