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Memories for sale

The best of my dreams. I was smiling. Yeah, i dream a lot. I am a typical Leo. a day dreamer. Plus. I can't get over my dreams in most parts! I never cared. This one time, i don't really know what exactly happened, though i can recount every second of it.

I woke up. Earlier than my usual time. Numb in my head, i could just feel my eye lids go up heavily, my bright glass window slowing transforming from blurred dots to clear streaks of sun rays. I felt the cushion like 10 times. I hadn't slept all night. It was just the last 15 minutes that my winks lasted a little longer. I din't pinch myself. Cuz if it was a dream, i din't want to wake up. I was happy. Ecstatic. I had my biggest and brightest smile ever. Still lying on my stomach, glancing my 5-yr old sister happily asleeep, I felt my eyes, a little swollen now. It was bright and blissful outside, but the superlatives could go to my then face hands down.I turned. "OMG i am so, so, happy!" i sighed. I got up pressing my right elbow against the covers. I was cold by now. Cold with fear, all night. Did he actually say those things? Sweating with happiness. 'Rampant happiness'?



I was sitting then. My feet hanging from that low bed. Maybe i am just short. He thinks so. I brushed those strands off my left eye and from between my lips. I was breathing now, my heart pacing crazily. I wished. Things just stayed the way they were. This moment..just..just.. freeze. Please. Please, don't go away. Don't change. promise...



I realised i was living an illusion. Hysteria. Moments later i confirmed. it was all true! I believe i din't blink half that day. Starring endlessly at the mirror, i was feeling even my windows, curtains, hair clips, pen, what? Finally i decided to leave the room , leaving behind the covers following my lead. I can't live this. Its not true. Its not. I can't. I can't..



It was brilliant. It was perfect. So beautiful you could almost cry. I can't let it all go, i promised. but you are not there anymore. I don't think i can keep all these memories with me anymore. Its not right. I am saying it now. I said it then. They are like the best anyone could dream of. Any girl would want. Memories for Sale!

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