In a sleepless night, I am waiting for the morning comes. and remembering the same dream I sometimes see. It always begins with the darkness. And it fades in. I am now in between "night" and "morning". I close my eyes, and the story begins. |
I am standing in a city colored in dark orange. The high-rise buildings and the lights from the windows, I am surrounded by. I start to walk. I smell the air and know where it leads me to. |
At the corner of Avenue D, there is the bar. I feel the rough surface of the door as I used to do. The door opens slowly. I look around and see many of my old friends. The old friends, I haven't seem them for a decade. I enjoy a moment that memories come back. The memories of old days, And how I was. |
I see a girl who erased her footmark and went to the place she shouldn't had belonged to. She comes up to me and says "Hello". She hasn't changed a bit.
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Someone puts an hourglass on a table. The sand goes down.I feel the rough surface of the door. The door opens slowly.