I had a sad dream.
For how long I don’t remember, I’ve had many sad dreams.
It feels as if all the happiness I try to collect during the days still couldn’t make its way to replace the sadness that lingers through the nights.
I woke up. The tears started falling.
I wanted to call somebody to help me, save me. How much longer will I be like this?
But then all I did was sobbing, looking at the sunshine on the wall, telling myself it was just a dream. And I started a normal routine of a normal day.