The DOOR

written by: LIANMAR

It's past 4 in the early morning, engines were warming up, wheels were rolling down the main road in front of my window - people have to work for today. Me? I don't mind..wind is blowing up cold in the air and it is! but then, sun is to rise to grace the land of another warm and beautiful day, maybe..

I have to wake up, I forgot, I have too..

No I don't want too and I will never do..

Things are everywhere, the blue sheets of my bed, a white soft pillow, a glass of water underneath, a piece of bread on the side table, a pile of shirts for laundry a stock of whole day chore won't make me dare to stand up and start the day as it is used to be.

The beautiful days, were gone, the life is dull and rain do seemed to fall forever. Where was I yesterday? I  can't remember...

RRRRRRrrrrringggg!!!!!!! it's the phone, nobody can do this for me anymore. I have too..It is the old maiden lady down the aisle, "Can I have a look at your main door knob son, the carpenter will attend the problem as soon as he gets the job done with Mr. Habbard"..I said "yes"..and the line was cut and may eyes as it tried to keep closed hardly due of the fatigue. I sat down on the floor and fallen asleep...


--to be continued after a few days..