I woke up that morning. Looking at my 25 ringgit watch. Damn. It still early. It's 2 in the fucking morning. I feel my body sweat. My blanket was like being taken out from the washing machine. Without a spinner of course. Wet.
Huh. Bad dreams surely.
Gosh. What is this? Another bad dreams. It's been three days in a row. I lay myself back on the bed. Trying to be in the sleeping mode again. It didn't work. I kicked my blanket off me. Feeling the sensational of the cold air washed through my naked body.
I locked my eyes to the empty ceiling while my mind travel to find the lost part. The bad dreams. But I failed. I remember nothing. Not even a single piece. Why? Why it's so hard for me to remember that dream?
I wish I could share that bad dreams with you guys. But I just can't remember it.
I'm glad I can't.