Then I dreamt about you. I forgot the main story-line, but I remembered, when you and me try to find a place, where it supposed to be located just by the next building, to find a place for a friend who got lost. Then, we couldn't find it, we got lost either, but we're having fun together. The first time you reached me, you went all excited and hugged me so tightly I can't breathe, but I felt the warm love flowed by your scent and your heat. And you said, "This is what I've been waiting for!", smiling and continue hugging. After we're done with the building-searching, you came to my place, and we talked, laughed and talked again. It felt so good though. So good, as if, there're nothing that burdened our mind, there's always butterflies flown around us, sunshiny all over, felt so joyous by just looking at each other's smile.....
Then I woke up, my phone rang. Pffft. And I remembered, I haven't perform Asar! And I thought, "Shit, these Satans really trying so hard to make me stay asleep and skipped my Asar. Astaghfirullah. Alhamdulillah, for bringing me back to live from this instant dead". You know, although I reaaaaallly want my dreams to become true, but I know, those dreams are just, too fancy to become reality.
PS: Huda slept over my house last weekend, see her 'review' about my family. :)