Dash: playing crossword
Turf: stretching at the sofa
Today I woke up at 4:30 am and I couldn't get myself back to sleep... I played on my tablet while classical music is playing in the background, hoping that I would still fall asleep but the dark room is now brightened up by the sunrays. My eyes still wide awake like an owl. I heard my stomach is growling so, I get up and eat 2 cupcakes to fuel myself a bit crossing my finger that I can sleep now. I covered myself with white and pink stripes, flowery cotton blanket. Suddenly, my childhood memory flashback, vividly.
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As a kiddo whenever there is a weekend school break, or holidays me and my childhood best-friend Mayla use to go to the old hangar which is only a 10 minutes walk from home but with our small feet and little steps it took us 15 minutes to reach the place. I love the greenery place, the smell of morning dew, the stink of the rusty hangar, and the nostalgic effect of the abandoned place it seems that it has a lot of story to tell me, it needs an escape and someone to listen to her past. We love to lay around on the green grass while looking up on a bright sunny sky in the morning. I feel free and it seems that everything is just a hand to reach. Then our dreams started to built. I could see myself seated in the cockpit as the pilot flying happily reaching the apex of the sky, sometimes I could be the gay-friendly stewardess serving at its best. Mayla and I built a lot of dreams in that old hangar and the phases of dreams changes every time. We love to shout our dreams to the universe at the top of our lungs until we both gasping. The feeling is wonderful and relaxing. Then we will leave the place with so much joy in our hearts.
In the afternoon, we will go and hang around in the trees. I love climbing trees even to the steepest trunks of the tree. I love when the tree shaking me while hugging tightly to its trunks with full of trust that he wouldn't drop me to the ground like a hot potato while Maya happily watching me up there giving a cheer and shouting out her cares.
Sometimes, we sit under the tree just listening to the chirping of birds, rustling of leaves, and the whistle blows of wind... it made our afternoon simply great and calming.
I love these words from my favorite writer Edgar Allan Poe
I love the nature and I would say I miss when the world was young when there is so many trees and greener place around the metropolis. Now, all you can see are the swarm of houses and high rising building, cars and worst TRASH everywhere, etc., I felt sad whenever there is a calamity during heavy rains that causes flash floods, and when the big earthquake destroys so many properties that even others left nothing but I need to wake up now and accept the reality that I couldn't change the world in my dreams and I couldn't fall back to sleep, again. So, it's time to WAKE UP!
"Keep away from people who try to belittle your ambitions. Small people always do that, but the really great make you feel that you, too, can become great." -- Mark Twain
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