Sleep
God,after all of this is over,please let me sleep in peace.Not that I particularly have trouble sleeping..Well,maybe a little.
It's like I'm asleep,but awake at the same time.Drifting in between.Naturally,the sound of a person's slow breathing calms me down,given that I grew up sharing a room with my sister.Of course,I still could sleep well after she went to her IPG now and then.
I'm a hugger.
I sleep with hugging stuff.
Especially,my pillow.
Yes,I know it's childish and odd for someone my age.People might even think I'm still stuck in my childhood memories.I just like to hug to sleep,what's wrong with that?
I still keep that one pillow Mom gave me as a gift when I was four.
It was big,and it had a lot of 'scars',courtesy of my stupid brother.He'd use it as a hostage whenever he's mad at me when we were kids,knowing I love it so much that I'd sleep with it.And I still do.
Mark my words that when I go to continue my study,it shall not part with me.I must have at least some comforts from home.I'm pretty sure that the paths ahead aren't as clear as it seems to be.
Maybe it's because of these things that keep me awake.Maybe it's because I miss Mom and Dad so much.Maybe it's because I just want the fucking exam to be over.
Whatever it is,it keeps me part-awake at night.
That's why,when it's all over,please.
Let me sleep in peace.
It's like I'm asleep,but awake at the same time.Drifting in between.Naturally,the sound of a person's slow breathing calms me down,given that I grew up sharing a room with my sister.Of course,I still could sleep well after she went to her IPG now and then.
I'm a hugger.
I sleep with hugging stuff.
Especially,my pillow.
Yes,I know it's childish and odd for someone my age.People might even think I'm still stuck in my childhood memories.I just like to hug to sleep,what's wrong with that?
I still keep that one pillow Mom gave me as a gift when I was four.
It was big,and it had a lot of 'scars',courtesy of my stupid brother.He'd use it as a hostage whenever he's mad at me when we were kids,knowing I love it so much that I'd sleep with it.And I still do.
Mark my words that when I go to continue my study,it shall not part with me.I must have at least some comforts from home.I'm pretty sure that the paths ahead aren't as clear as it seems to be.
Maybe it's because of these things that keep me awake.Maybe it's because I miss Mom and Dad so much.Maybe it's because I just want the fucking exam to be over.
Whatever it is,it keeps me part-awake at night.
That's why,when it's all over,please.
Let me sleep in peace.
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