Yesterday.

The light bulb winked at me. I could have said it blinked or flickered, and that could have made much sense since electricity passes through it.

But that wasn't it! I can assure you I didn't imagine it, neither was I drunk, and if I was, then it wasn't alcohol. It must have been tiredness and just that. Nothing more.

I had closed my eyes a bit, then opened it just to be sure I saw right, but nothing came forth. Maybe it was because I spent so much time reading a lot yesterday. I woke up to read, and by nightfall, I was still doing the same.

So, maybe my eyes did play a trick on me, and I didn't mind. Not even when my network was being bitchy putting a stop to my reading. Instead, I checked the time and saw that I was left with a few minutes to begin night sub since my other sim card was a mess.

...and I did the wisest thing at that moment. I did the night sub despite the drooping of my eyes. My brain did make a joke though on how fun it'll be to wake up the next day without using the night sub and I truly didn't mind. I didn't respond or make a remark.

Not even when the sound of people singing and dancing at church found its way to my ear drum knowing how late it was. I still didn't mind. I listened to their praise, worship and the prayers that followed suit. I wasn't angry nor cover my face with my pillow. Not that it was the first time I'd heard the sort of sound at the middle of the night...

I just didn't mind. Maybe I was too tired to or maybe it was because the sound pleased me. I can't tell.

All I know is that, I listen not just to the sound but the sound of water swaying back and forth or was it the sound of a running tap? I couldn't tell. Neither did I make an attempt to stand up when my mind cajoled me to check the kitchen tap.

I didn't let my OCD if truly I am diagnosed with one win no matter what because I was sure it wasn't the tap or was it? I didn't know still, I held myself back from checking though it was difficult.

Also, the sound of... was it insects or just nature's tunes my ears picked up not too far from where I lay echoed around me. Trust me, it wasn't mosquito, I know the sound of that. The sound was different and I dare to say it was pleasing.

The fact was that, every little sound I heard yesterday was super pleasing and inspiring that they kept me awake as I read continously only taking a break when I fell asleep just for a few minutes or so. Then, I was right back. Scrolling and learning, I read. I mean, that was the plan until I found myself typing away on my phone.

I didn't understand how it happened, but I just got gripped by this sort of feeling, and I started writing. My brain tried to tell me the story didn't start from the beginning. It felt like something that started from the middle, but I didn't mind. I just kept on writing, 724 words passed through my fingers, and then it stopped.

...and I could have gone back to read the story from the beginning, which wasn't to be able to spark up whatever light ignited in my soul, but I didn't. Maybe I was too tired to. It didn't matter. What mattered the most to me was the music that filled my head. The nature's tune that not only surrounded me but inspired me as I read until I called it a night despite my alarm showing 4:15 am.

I didn't mind. If at all, it was pleasing, the sounds, the reading, the light, and the impromptu writing that came forth. With this, I am sharing this music. Songs on yesterday's occurrences.