Twelve midnight, like Cinderella, is the time when I surrender all my electronics to my dad. After giving all these stuff to my father, I'll be having my human minute and have my sleep the next. It usually takes me an additional thirty-minutes before I have my shut eye. So I read books instead of staring at the blankness that my boring ceiling gives me.
Last night was different, I didn't read my book. And yes I knew that there is something going on, or something might take place. And so I let my mind linger with some thoughts for a while. Fortunately, it did help me to sleep.
A few minutes after my eyes closed. My aunt was shouting my name. Of course, I, only half asleep then, woke up and gave my aunt a cold look. And to my surprise, an earthquake is taking place at that moment. I was wide awake, scared and all. It took me another thirty minutes to finally lay myself to rest. My mind was filled with overrated thoughts and what ifs.
Today, I woke up without any trace of what happened last night . Today I'm happy that God has given me another day to live and another day to enjoy life.
