the dream.

i guess the birds must haf been chirping all these notes i am sending to my daddy, i don't know. maybe.

last nite, i went to bed rather early. updated my gnites in Fbee and i dozed off.

and, last nite, i had a dream. the dream. a dream that lets me woke up, realizing that it is not real and i am indeed dreaming.

i dreamed about my dad. when he was around, i usually would crash my parents room to sleep in the middle of my mom and my dad. i would hug each one of them tightly and cosyly & definitely snug in nicely. and age is just a numerical value. sampai besar pun i tidur dgn diorang.

and sometimes i would just knocked on their door if it is locked {that's how naive i was before, eih} and manage to get myself squash in between them till morning comes.

last nite, i dreamed of sleeping in between them again, together wif my little sister. he was all smiley and i am too was happy.we were all sleeping together.

and then something quite not right happen, i forgot what it was, and i called for my dad to help me. in my dream i was calling him again and again and and he do replied.

abah, abah, abah.

ye, ye, ye.

{i am even teary right this very moment}

but, to my avail, he did not come, he just replied again and again and suddenly the voice disappear. and i snap out of it when i terjaga. and at that very moment when i open my eyes, i realized that it was just a dream. a dream that leaves me afloat.

and i cried. i cried myself like a baby and i went back to sleep, sadly.

& the last time i hugged him was on a single hospital bed. and that was indeed the very last time. :'(