Last night I went through my usual routine. Before going to bed I burned incense, prayed to the spirits of the condo and rearranged my feng shui. I then stretched out on my MUJI bed sheet, my head rested on a soft pillow stuffed with duck feathers, my legs wrapped around a side pillow.
Before I closed my eyes I saw a ghost, as a good Thai Buddhist does every now and again. So I prayed once more, promising to donate money to the monks at the temple so they can perform rituals to lay the wandering spirit to rest. Deal struck, the ghost went away. Sometimes I think ghosts and monks are in cahoots.
The air conditioner blew, cold and dry. My eyes closed. I drifted into dreams.