It's Sunday morning and I get up at 9. I can sleep more, I think to myself. But since I'm so addicted to my social networking sites, I check the notifications first. My instagram opens up to a picture clicked in London. Another one is a picture clicked in NYC. I close my instagram. My mind begins to wander to all these places. Thoughts of regret creep in (yet again). Regretting that I procrastinate so much. I feel angry with myself. I want to get out of here so bad. I am screaming inside. My chaotic head can no longer fall asleep.
What am I doing? It's Sunday morning and I can still sleep more. But this reoccurring urge, this reoccurring dream won't go away. And then I realize. I've always wanted to know how it feels to have a dream which won't let you sleep. I think I've found mine. Just then, my tear-ducts start to overflow. I can't stop crying. I wonder if they are happy tears or sad tears. Happy about the realization or sad that I'm still here. Either ways, I know it's time to get up. Cuz I have a dream that won't let me sleep. Don't you?
What am I doing? It's Sunday morning and I can still sleep more. But this reoccurring urge, this reoccurring dream won't go away. And then I realize. I've always wanted to know how it feels to have a dream which won't let you sleep. I think I've found mine. Just then, my tear-ducts start to overflow. I can't stop crying. I wonder if they are happy tears or sad tears. Happy about the realization or sad that I'm still here. Either ways, I know it's time to get up. Cuz I have a dream that won't let me sleep. Don't you?
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