Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.

I had been sleeping for three bad days.

I was so unwell, so sick. These past three days had been really tough. I had food poison or a viral infection, don’t exactly know which. I was too weak, couldn’t walk or talk easily. I– who love to talk and add craziness every time in my own life and others’, had been an empty soul with blank eyes (and stomach). There was nothing to do except to sleep, take medicines, pray, and sleep again.

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