The Monkey Says: Dreams

I tapped my bedside clock, and as the light flashed I took a glimpse at the time.
I rubbed my eyes, sat up and tapped it again. Shiiiiiiiiieeeet!

7.16 am.

Heh no school I guess ;p Unintentional I swear!

As I hid under my comforter once more, I slept and had one of the worst dreams ever. This is the second time where so happens I'm crying in my dream and also out of my dream. The first time was the death of my sister, and this time, the separation of my parents.

I was forced to live with my dad and was to never see call my mother anymore. We didn't even get a proper goodbye. All there was was the waving of hand separated by the car window. And as the car drove by, I saw the image of my mother slowly drift apart from me.


I woke up with wet cheeks and fresh tears flowing from my eyes.

Stayed in the state of shock for a couple of minutes before I decided to shake it off and slept once more.