"Fame is the scentless sunflower with gaudy crown of gold,
But friendship is the breathing of rose, with sweets in every fold"
This morning, i woke up very very reluctantly.
I dreamt of Abang.
In my dream, it was a Friday night. And i was doing work at my laptop when suddenly abang came back home. He appeared at the front door. I was so shocked.
IT FEELS SO REAL.
It really seems like last time when he was still alive, he came back from work late at night and i was doing my assignments. Its the exact situation.
I was so shocked to see him. But he looked so calm, as if
nothing happen. He smiled at me. And he walked in to
somewhere.
Then i heard someone told me, "God lend him to you another time for tonight" I dont know who exactly, and i cant see anyone actually. But i just heard it from
somewhere.
Then my brother came out to the hall and lie down on the sofa. Then he called me and asked me to massage his legs. And so i did and im in tears. But he looked so calm and have no reaction, as if
NOTHING happen.
But the thing is, when im massaging his legs, i cant really feel anything. Compared to my previous dreams about him, when i hugged him, i can feel his body and his warmth. But this time, i can only feel air.
Then after that, we had a long chat, throughout the night.
It really seems like last time when he was still alive, he came back from work late at night and he came and accompany me while telling me about his encounter for that day. He talked about his friends. He talked about girls. He complained about how nicely he have treated them and how they dont appreciate it sometimes. And i will think that he is being too nice and very sweet and such a gentleman. Its the exact situation.
With his exact expression. Exact smile. Exact frown. Exact style. And his voice. His voice that i missed terribly. That all of us missed terribly.
Then halfway through, my mum came to join, then he stopped talking. Hahha! Its really like last time. Whenever he talks especially about girls, its just between us siblings. Nanny nanny poo poo.
And the thing is, my mum seems to be very calm about it too. Like as if
nothing happen too. Like he have been always alive, like that. No reaction to his presence. I dont know why, its seems like its just me who thought that he's......, yeah.
And we talked, talked, talked and laughed, laughed, laughed.
Then suddenly i woke up.
I was in dazed and stared into nowhere for so long. Why does the dream have to end? Why is it a dream? When will this dream turn into a reality and will he just come back so that everything will be back as per normal? Why cant we be together forever?
WHY IS IT A DREAM
super kawaii :D
