my body was tossing and turning like someone whose seeing something too terrible to actually believe in let alone accept happening. the night was young when my back hit the bed. 9. 10. my head thinking that i will find it rest. 11. 12. my body already tired fighting the urge to get up. My ears tired of hearing the nagging in my heart. stop. i begged it to stop.
there was this familiar scent lingering. taunting. nagging. enticing. i was on the verge of giving in to its suggestion. its intention. the reason why it has lingered. it was bitter sweet. it was painful.
soon my body cannot fight it no more. this is when i realize i was not fighting to get up but actually fighting to stay up. my energy was reduced to a minimum. it has few minutes left and then ill eventually drift into sleep. slowly and surely i did. but its only then that full picture of me came flashing in my eyes, staring me like a lion stares at its prey. serious. intent. i was already dreaming. and the scent was lulling me to sleep as i charge myself for yet another day in my world.
