Been slowly mentally cataloguing all the odd stuff I do to try to figure out how this neurospicy brain of mine works.
Does anyone else chase sunbeams to sleep in when they don’t feel good?
In certain moods I don’t even want a soft bed. I want the firmness of the floor, with maybe a soft blanket or rug beneath me. The important thing is the hard floor beneath. In the summer it’s out on the porch in the breeze. In the winter it’s the guest room where the sun comes in the large window.
Like I don’t know how to explain- there are better options. There is a bed in the guest room. There is a hammock on the porch. I want the floor. I want to splay out. I want it pressed up against me with pressure. I want to roll and turn in the sun beam, chasing it across the space, dozing in and out. I wish I could take pics of myself in that mood- I swear I become a cat.
I have seen what passes for “sunbathing” in movies and tv shows. That’s not what I am doing. I am not getting a tan or reading a book. My brain is out of sink, and I will not come out of it until the sun is no longer there to chase. There is no reading, no talking, no timing, just napping 5 min at a time as I claw and twist my way towards more sun.
I’m assuming this isn’t normal- does anyone else do anything like this?