24 January 2008
Today has been the 3rd night I sleep alone on my bed. The feeling of finally having a tiny bed all to myself is - good. I smiled contentedly to myself, sweeping my bed with my ‘garbage angle’ moves while my dog stared at me with raised brows.
Her eyes revealed my feelings from deep within - Bored, lonely and i cant help but repeat myself, bored.
I fumbled around my bed, searching for the slightest whiff of his existence. But to no avail. I lay on my bed, listening to the whooming sound of my fan, as though the flannels of the fan is about to fly out like a blades of a blending machine. That might be a way to die, but I’m not letting that happen to me.
Arhh..Cant help but start imagining. Yes I have nothing better to do.
Where is my pillow where I can lie on his arm the whole night?
Where is my big bolster that I can hug, snuggle and smell?
Where is my lullaby snore that drift me to sleep every other nights?
To think of it.. why never I realize that my fan is making such loud noise whenever he sleep over? Haha
“I miss you” I texted
Incoming message “I miss you too”
“I miss you” I texted again
Incoming message “im sorry dear, I will call you”
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