I was supposed to be asleep on the soft bed, with the warm quilt keeping out the cold. But I see myself walking through a path.
The path is worn out, yet no footprints grace it's surface.
The birds are chirping, yet my eyes fail to capture them.
The wind is howling, yet it do nothing against the warmth.
Everything seems to be there, yet at the same time it feels like nothing is there.
A strange road, carrying stranger things within it's path.
Taking me to the destination, where?
It seems I do not know.
And then my feet slip into the water.
The road is gone yet I am still here.
The touch of fishes tickle my feet, yet there seems to be no fishes.
The roar of the waves I hear, yet it doesn't look like any sea nor any ocean.
The feeling of sand beneath my feet, yet all I see is water everywhere.
Everything seems to be there, yet at the same time it feels like nothing is there.
A viscous circle of water, carrying viscous illusion along it's flow.
Taking me along with it, to where?
I do not know.
I was supposed to be asleep on the corner left room of my parents' house with the AC on full power. But I see myself wading through the water.
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