"Bang! Bang!"
That was what I heard in my
dream nightmare.
Soon enough, I saw myself in jail.
Only to come out during Hari Raya and all my family and relatives avoided and looked down on me.
Damn.
I woke up.
At 630am sharp.
With perspiration trickling down like small little droplets despite the fan at full blast.
And it was dark.
That even scares me more as the living room is usually lit up by that time.
Made-up conclusion=Mum wasn't awake.
Tears started rolling because I was afraid mum had gone.
Got down to my pillow and felt emotionally disturbed.
Very scared, angry, upset all at once.
And then, fell to sleep again.
Until...
10:55 PM
