The Awakening

Those who knew me probably know my sleeping pattern, haywire. I sleep whenever I feel tired. Could be the day, night or evening.

Yesterday was the long awaited sleep I’ve been craving for. I’ve only slept 2-3 hours since Monday. I was a little restless.


It was a hot day, but I was tucked neatly under my comforter. The dream I had was some what amusing. I was chained to my bed (not in a kinky way). I was literally wrestling my way to wake up from the sleep. Moving left and right, struggling to gain ground against whatever is holding me back.

WOAAAAAA! I screamed. I finally broke the spell.

I saw a little girl very close to my feet. I’m sure that wasn’t Adriana (my niece). She can’t even crawl, what more walk in to my room. She has to be something from the other world.

Like a deadly assassin, I took her throat and pinned her on the wall. “Why did you bother me?*”, in an angry tone, I questioned the girl several times.

In a high pitched voice, she said, “You look tasty*”.

My phone rang, I took a glimpse. When I turned back, she was gone.

I have a strong premonition that she will be back. I won’t go easy the next time. I’m going to burn her. After all, this isn’t her world and meddling with my sleep doesn’t help.

ps: The conversation was in Malay.

pss: I hate nightmares.

psss: In what way I look tasty?

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