It has been a tiring day, and you can't wait to fall asleep on the cosy bed that sits right across the workbench.
You are sleeping soundly. You arrive at the limitless ground of dreamland that brings back the fragrance of your memories, manifesting like a colourful bubble in your dream.
It's as if you are dancing gracefully in the space, looking for the rationality in the surprise that life has brought to you.
But, you smile at the irrationality, because nothing is prettier than having faith in fairy tales.
The night is dark, cold and lonely. You are as though the little girl who is selling the matches, hoping to light up a flickering flame on the candle, seeking for a warm shelter.
Life brings us patterns that we have no idea how to decipher, because they aren't rows and columns of white pendaflour lights in the office.
You hold on, eventhough it means nothing to everyone, because it means something to the small corner in your heart.
It's like that girl in your dream, that you wanna hug so much till the dawn of sky, and see the sky burns down to a sweet yellow.
And, you wake up.
You see a clear blue sky. The tranquility that cheers you up to a bright new day.
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