Mirage

Saturaday morning. I opened my eyes to see the cob-web stained ceiling. The infesting hunger (I slept before dinner) probably distrupted the sleep. A moment of processing distinguished reality from illusion. I had a sweet dream that I almost didn't want to wake up from. The 13-hours long slumber created a portal to meet up with her. However the dream was all vague as I struggled to fix the jumbled up pieces together...

She was back in her black silky long hair like it was a year back. As usual, I pissed her off eaily without me realising the reason why. But soon she came back with a half-human-sized piggy soft toy. I had to carry it on my back as I strolled with her. We ended up in a house, with people whom presumingly were her parents and relatives. I forgot what we had discussed, but it was a joyous occasion. She commented on the amount of gained fats I had on my tummy compared to one year back. Then the scene switched to a void deck of a old HDB block, near a mama shop, where smooching took over..

She was a different character in the fantasy. One who had never appeared so lovingly. An unfamiliar soul within a loved shell. I had certainly gotten over with it, but it was a compassionate sense of sweetness in the dream. Ironically, I could only be ripped of my first kiss virtually. The dream seemed like it's trying to convince me that someone I would like would be of a different character from her, but at the same time, it made me miss her. I'm confused.

I laid on the bed for some time after the awakening. Adjusting back to reality, I knew that she was no more than a memory, and someone I had never ceased to care and concern about.