He decided it was morning at 0330 one of these days. My son that is. Woke me up with his crow-imitating noises. I slowly walked into his room, hoping he just needed a little something to eat. The little shadow in the bed in the dark room was standing up, though. His eyes, wide open, followed me silently as I tried to make him go to sleep while he was tugging his rabbits ear and continued making those happy crow-noises.
As the clock turned eleven that morning, we had been awake an entire day already. I felt like I was sleep-walking. Kind of not feeling my body - like your brain is placed somewhere else entirely, than inside you own skin.
It must have been the first day the roads finally lacked the snow that had been covering them the entire winter. In desperat need of feeling my body and at the same time putting my little baby-boy to sleep, I grabbed my jogging shoes and the stroller and threw my body out in the not so charming spring weather. I ran about twelve kilometres, slowly starting to feel my body a little bit. And slowly "gaining" my mind again.
It all tasted, if not good, at least like an air-plane meal with eggs, butter and a "semi warm" bun. You know, the way it tastes when your tired and hungry after having travelled for 24 hours.
It was a good run - it did the trick. Atlas slept the entire hour I was running, and I felt a little bit more alive when we got home.
