Kiss Me Goodnight.

Here

Whoever said there is only one side to a story said it wrong. So wrong, that nobody said it.

I Love sleeping. I Love entering into a world where life is touched-up perfect.

Where like in the movies, even if bad occurs, it is thwarted daringly.

Such are my nightly dreams.

Nightmares occur too but I Love my dreams and I Love it for the pleasant ones alone.

But lately, sleep has been eluding me.

It is the stress about Tuesday.

He leaves and I am terrified of an impending month without his presence.

At least, this time so.

As much as I wish he didn’t have to go, now I can’t wait for him to leave.

I am anxious about the goodbye hug and to get over with the overbearing emotions.

So then I can finally go to classes, write my notes, come back home.

So that I don’t have to constantly think about the frightening goodbye.

Accept that the moment is over, and SLEEP peacefully.

Alone, yet peacefully throughout this cold cold December.

Once upon a dream

HERE

Silence.

I lay next to my mother in a dark room.

I expected a pandemonium of sorts and all she gave me was silence.

I traced it back to June where we went for that trip because I had no idea how long it had been.

And she had no idea who was the father.

I wanted to tell her, I wanted her to ask.

But we lay there in dark silence, time was all we had.

Father was in the next room and he said something about me being a ‘shame’.

My words were vague but I did mention I Love him.

I fell off the cliff and had two miscarriages, this was my first success.

Mother was saying it to my aunt.

Phoney congratulations pouring in as I wasn’t married.

A tinge of embarrassment ran through my veins.

I woke up at twilight and I thought,

If dreams really mean something, what did mine mean?

Silence yet again, but a peaceful one.

Thank God for the present.