A Month of Everyday Beauty

Debbie, over at the wonderful My So-called Life {and other lies} is currently running a series of blog link-ups on “A Month of Everyday Beauty”.

I don’t have a beautifully composed photo (the reasons why will become clear) but I do have a little story. Maybe mundane to most, but to me it was special.

I have some issues with insomnia – well, I have some issues with anxiety and the anxiety begets insomnia, but anyway, I digress – typically I seem to wake up at around 3am  and am then awake for a few hours before finally dropping off again at about 6am.  Normally I would just get up, potter about a bit, have a cup of herbal tea, BUT, since November we have been sleeping downstairs due to issues with a leaking roof (now fixed, but we’re waiting for the bedroom to dry out and to replace our damaged mattress) and so, I don’t have the option of pottering about, so I just lie there, on the sofa bed pondering life, the universe and everything (and what led to the answer being 42…)

I glanced to my side, where there is a large plastic storage box atop a pouffe (waiting for me to get round to sorting it out in this week of clearing) and, sitting atop, I see a perfect, squat little Totoro .  In the darkness and shadows I marvelled at this little figure, down to his bit creamy belly against the grey and his cat-like ears.

It was, far more mundanely, one of Anna’s feeder cups – in daylight a rather day-glo variety of pinks, but in the darkness, shadows cast from the lamps outside, it really did look like Totoro.

And that made me happy.

I forgot my frustrations at being unable to sleep and smiled.

No, I didn’t go back to sleep (that would’ve been far too simple) but I felt better about my lack of sleep and, every-so-often, whilst contemplating Bigger Things, I looked to my side and Totoro still squatted beside me and it made everything ok.

NB: And no photo as it was very, very dark and there was no way I could’ve captured the trick of the light.