Waking up for work 0-Kiss Me Now!!

I couldn't recall how many times now. I see myself walking the streets of KL, driving in my Neo, playing with Rover, dining with my family and friends. Everything seems so real. So complete. Every little details, every movements of my surrounding seems so familiar.

Yet it all vanish as soon as I regain consciousness from my deep warm sleep.

Today, it happened again. I turned around and changed my sleeping position with my eyes closed savouring every minute I have before my day starts.

For the 1st few seconds, I thought I was in that same old room and bed I've been sleeping for years now. I was so convinced that I would hear my dad's cough in the bathroom as he wash up every morning before work. I anticipated for that familiar bang on my door when mum frustratedly wakes me up for the 10th time and grumbles to herself for having a lazy son who only wakes up when the sun is sky high.

None of those happen. Reluctantly, I open my eyes, looking for something familiar. As my vision clears, reality strikes, I am being reminded of my current state of life. In France.

Staring at the white ceiling of my room, I tried with every effort to remember the dream I just had which is slipping away each second.

The warm sunlight that falls on my face feels the same. Except the fact that it shines through from that little balcony glass door next to my bed and not the familiar old window at home.

The window I have at home is neither the sliding window type nor the door mechanism type. It's the classical old school window panel, where each panel is made up of several rectangular pieces of glasses slot onto it. Because of its design, it is impossible to shut tight which is one of the reasons I hate it much.

At any rate, I guess, it is certainly more welcoming than the balcony glass door that I am staring at right now.

Not allowing me to wander further in my thoughts, the phone alarm rang a second time after I switched it to snooze mode.

Reluctantly, I took another minute to reaarange my thoughts, suppressing the memories and dreams, while accomodating to the realities.

It's time for work.