At the corner of Avenue D

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.





"Does the time go backward?" She smiles.


She points at a sign that says "exit".
"What you are looking for is not here.", she says.

"You should go now."














Someone puts an hourglass on a table.
The sand goes down.
 



I feel the rough surface of the door.
The door opens slowly.