its morning now.
and the feeling is strange.
i didn't want to get out of bed the moment i woke up.
i just lay there,
wondering whether today is going to be good or bad.
then i blinked a few times,
sat up straight,
and hugged my knees to my chest.
i cannot seem to recall anything else.
except that few little happenings that taunt me since forever.
i looked out of the window and saw clouds floating by,
and i thought,
what if i could float along with it?
maybe i could see the world.
maybe i could touch the sky.
maybe i could just leave everything behind.
maybe.
then i realised my clock was beside me ticking endlessly.
i held it in my hand and stared at it.
then i thought,
what if i could turn back time?
maybe i could do something else.
maybe i could change history.
maybe i could just alter what i did that day.
maybe.
so i lied down again and picked up my mobile.
i tried listening to the headpiece but no one spoke.
and i thought,
what if this phone could talk?
maybe it could company me through bad times.
maybe it could tickle my funny bone.
maybe it could just comfort me through those tears.
maybe.
i got out of bed.
and went into the bathroom.
i stared into the mirror with my reflection staring back.
and i thought.
if my reflection could talk.
know what i'm thinking about,
maybe it could become my bosom friend.
follow me through the good and bad times.
comfort me when i'm down.
lend a ear when i need one.
pick me up when i fall.
hold me up when i'm weak.
cheer me up when i'm blue.
if all of these could just happen.
maybe life wouldn't be so bad.
=')

Sylvia. Syl. And someone you'll never expect me to be.