yeah....Things will only get better

When you have to spend the last 18 hours or so in bed and probably more to come, you probably start to observe your pillows a bit more. And yes the blanket too. I didn't realise that the brand label is torn at an angle.

I tried to sleep. My eyes are aching, my body too. The brain, probably is on strike too. I need rest. Lotsa them.

And I think I did get rest. Only to be waken by the occasion text messages and phone calls. Ok, perhaps I should swtich them off. But well, I didn't. I feel weird being cut off from the outside world. And perhaps that's why I fell sick.

I had some rest. In fact , lotsa of them. Something that's been so sorely lacking. I wish I could just fall into that deep slumber; doesn't matter if the phone kept ringing, doesn't matter if someone kept knocking on the door. And oh yes, please shut off my mind too. And no dreams please.

Somehow, dreams make my brain work hard at a time when I am supposed to be resting. And the funny thing is I don't usually remember what I dreamt of. It's a niggling feeling. I believe I've studied it for my psychology course, but I don't quite recall the explaination anymore.

I tried to recall. I think I dreamt of her. So far, yet to near.