star behind the sky

It was around 3 am when a terrible dream made me woke up. By the time I opened the eyes, I felt that I was deep in the heavy sweat, and thirsty. My hand was sticking out for the water bottle, and after drinking seriously a half of it, I could take all those bloody feelings out with a sigh as I realized it was a dream. Luckily, the room was not also scary with the complete darkness because the faded light from the outside got through the window, and it made me ease a little. The night was decorated with silence except the fade and harsh sounds from a distance made continuously, for a while, by the insects.

What a terrible dream it was.
I looked through the window and saw the world was falling asleep. The lanes were lit up by multiple neon lights but there was no sign of any creature - even a dog or an angel. I let the breeze to cold down my body, and stared blindly for a few moments at the front space. I still felt a bit dizzy because of the evening heavy drink. I took the wallet, mobile, and got out of the room. It was like going to rain at outside as I was walking along the road.

Get out! A dream is just a dream. Nothing more! I tried not to think about the dream again. I got an idea to call to Nway Mon, a girl who really knows me well, and would like to talk to her. I believed it would appease the feeling of frightening. I pressed the number, but stopped at the half as I knew she would be falling asleep by that time. I did not want her to worry and to sit the whole night for me.

That is why I am here alone at this time. I lust for the cigarette but forget it in the room. Suddenly, I get the memory back that there is one in my jean pocket, I placed it in the afternoon. Yes, there is. By taking several puffs, I feel like happy, get forgetting about the dream for the time being though the cigarette is nearly broken. Mum does not like smoking, drinking and doing all the bad things. I have never been a good boy to her, I sigh. I miss you, Mum.

The whole city is trying to get the darkness away, or the darkness is trying to get the whole city away. Who knows? Perhaps, it is the beauty, or perhaps, it is a sin city. Sin City? I suddenly remember a girl who sat together, look to the sky together, and was telling nearly the whole night about her sin life.At last, she lay down to me, cried, and said sorry, but I was unable to make her feel well though I tried. I still recognize her eyes; the eyes showing me the passion: the eyes telling me about the compassion: the eyes reminding me to the sin. We were talking a lot that night. What will she be doing now? She might be still paying or suffering for her sin. I suddenly feel sad. The city is getting darker. Is it the same as in my dream? Is it going to happen? It is coming. I throw the cigarette away and waiting for it.

I get my consciousness back as the raindrops start touching to my skin. I do not know how long I have been sitting here. It is raining now, isn't it? I lie back and face to the sky - from where the drops come down. They are cold, and soft, but try to show that they cannot be negligible by speedy touching. It seems like the most pleasant rain I have ever seen. I close the eyes and free myself with it.

Dream is just a dream after all.
(It can neither make a life to evil nor... who can say dream comes true?).

NattSoe

တပတ္ကို ၁ ပုဒ္ အဂၤလိပ္လို ့ ေရးမယ္လို ့ ေတြးထားေပမယ့္ မလုပ္ႏိုင္ခဲ့ဘူး။ အဂၤလိပ္စာကလည္း တအားညံ့ေတာ့ ဘာလုပ္ရမွန္းကိုမသိဘူး။ ေရးခ်င္ရာ ေလွ်ာက္ေရးတာေတာင္ မၿဖစ္ေတာ့ ခတ္ပ။ တက္စရိွက တက္ခ်င္ခ်င္ လို ့ဆိုထားေတာ့ အားတင္းပီး လုပ္ေနရတာပဲ။ ဖတ္ပီး ဘာေတြလည္းလို ့မေမးနဲ ့ ကၽြန္ေတာ္လည္း မသိဘူး :D။

[update for learning English: put some commas, dashes, semi-colons, colons for better reading. 11Mar2009