morning lights;

Haha, at first sight, I'm sure many of you would think of my header as the title to that perverted Sidney Sheldon book. ;) But oh well. That's not what I meant.

I have no idea why, but lately I've been feeling like I don't wish to get up from my sleep. Or from my bed for that matter. It takes my alarm and my maid to wake me up a minimum of 3 times all in all before I can actually get up to go to school. And naps in the evenings now turn out to be much extended compared to last time. I used to be able to wake up even if I had just a five or ten minute nap. Now? I don't wake up to the alarm.

Especially the naps I take at night.

Ack. This is weird. It's like I lost the will to live my days. =s Meh.


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You haunt her nights, and you haunt her dreams. She has dreams almost every single night now, and although she can never remember exactly what the dreams were about, she knows they were always about you.

She wakes up from her sleep - each time searching for that something to look forward to for the day. The way everyone does the first thing they wake up in the morning. The way people run through the day's to-be events just to see if it was a day to be happy.

You are all that fills her mind, thanks to the dreams. It always feels like she's flying, like her heart being finally lifted. Because her mind can always pull a few fragments out from the dreams.

The fragments that trick her into believing. That lie to her with illusions.

Because in a matter of those mere seconds, she blinks. And she realises that the dreams were indeed dreams. And her heart falls. Yet again.


Maybe it's time.