My career seems to be off to a good start, with colleagues made up with old high school friends. Flashback. Prom night with my ex-girlfriend as my date, and we are dancing to a slow song. She leans on my chest.
Ring! A little old lady called. 7:58am!
Why am I suppose to know where my grandma is at 7:58am?!
What gives her the right to shatter my good dream at 7:58am?!
Why does she have to drag me into reality which my cold has just gotten worse?
Damn her. It hurts both mental and physically.
Back to sleep. Most likely, I won't return to that dream any more.
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