i gently as possible without igniting cinta cat-crawl on two hands and two feet into the left side of the bed nook as cinta faces her door ignoring my sighing and bouncing then i twist and lay out like a conscious zombie on the soft mattress staring at the pretty lavender satin of the canopys bed frame while my ten finger pads and ten toe nails wiggle from both the nights electrifying excitement and anxiousness since i cant sleep but close my eyelashes as my active neurons recall vividly with hundreds of emotions .