Don’t Wake Me Up

This morning was really nice and cool.

The rain clouds spread their cloak to protect Kuala Lumpur from the morning sun, and there was a cool breeze blowing through my condo filling each corner with its soothing touch.

The soft patter of raindrops on the stadium roof outside my condo sounded like a never ending stream of rice grains being poured into a rice cooker.

It felt so warm and snuggly in my warm bed. I opened my eyes and my wife was breathing softly beside me.

I went back to sleep, and she told me that it was time to wake up. 8:45 already.

I didn’t want to wake up. I was having this dream where I had to go rescue my daughter who was kidnapped, and I brought my dining table along with me because “it is bulletproof”.

Reluctantly I got out of bed and prepared to go to work. I’m still feeling dreamy as I write this.

I just want to go back to bed…

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