everything in
it's right place

so i woke up this afternoon with such a terrible dream: that my girlfriend and i had been having a rough time in our relationship and we had been quarrelling on and on. that day was to be our last outing together, at least that was the idea in my head as i was getting dressed. don't really know the reason behind our quarrels nor why it was to be the last day, i must've forgotten about it as i woke up.

so i sat in my room taking my time to get dressed, as i was waiting for my mum to come back home because i needed the car. i was supposed to pick my girlfriend up at 7pm and it was already approaching 6pm. i waited, and waited but mum always seemed to be stuck at some traffic light somewhere out there. waiting, 6.30pm, 7pm, 7.30pm and no show.

(the thought of taking a taxi or public transport didn't pop in my mind, don't ask why it was just a dream. anyway i know that my other half wouldn't take public transport anyway; she is a princess.)

sweat beads formed on my skin and my heart pounded, "i'm going to be so late to pick her up, she is going to hate me for life" i thought. at 8pm the front gate opened, and mum parked the car together with dad. they came out of the car and swapped seats; it was not unusual for my dad to always drive anyhow. and then he reveresed the car out back on to the road.

i ran out, already desperate to leave this house "you promised to lend me the car for the evening!" i said.

"oh dad hasn't eaten yet, so we are going out to buy dinner" she replied.

"why not use dad's own car? it's been on the porch all day!" i shot back (also another unexplainable part of my dream - it just seemed that i could only drive my mum's honda jazz and not the nissan sylpy.)

dad said "oh ok, sure i'll take the other car". it was already 8.30pm.

the red car reveresed, hitting the large green rubbish bins, toppling and pushing them on to the sidewalk and into the drain. the car followed slowly after, the dented, red bumper hanging over the edge. mum and dad got out of the car, and my heart just sank knowing that i would never see Her again. i punched the tree trunk outside my house (there is no tree trunk outside my house), punched the wooden main door on the way in, punched the living room wall, punched my bedroom door, the mirror, the cupboards. i miss you so much and i never want to see you leave. i know you will hate me and forget me soon, but please know it was never my intention to let you go.

9pm. i sat in the corner, with my arms on my knees and my head in my hands.

and then i woke up, at 6pm, hit by the sad reality of it all.