Ployp!
Ployp!Am I asleep? I must be - its too dark and cosy for me to be awake!
Ployp!
What the damn hell is that noise? Am I dreaming?
Ployp!
I really must be dreaming.
Ployp!
It feels as if someone is repeatedly stabbing my eardrum with a ball pen. It really doesn't hurt much, but its near the most damn irritating thing ever.
Ployp!
What the hell is it? Control is once again being transfered to my concious mind. Believe me, the process is slow.
What could this sound be? Am I imagining it? Or dreaming it?
Ployp!
Its the tap! The goddamn water faucet! Someone forgot to turn it tight enough. And now its not letting me sleep. What am I going to do? Wait! My mom will turn it off. She always knows what to do.
Ployp!
Come on mom. I don't want to get up. Its soooo comfy!
Ployp!
MOM!!
Ployp!
Aai please! Pleeeease!
Ployp!
Shit. Didn't my parents go to Kashmir for a vacation two days back? Yes. They. Did.
Ployp!
The only other person in the house is my grandmom. Fortunately for her and unfortunately for me, she doesn't wear her hearing aid to sleep.
Ployp!
WAKE UP NOW!!
Yes! I wake up, go to the bathroom and turn off the tap. Phew. Now for some sleep.
And yes. My subconcious is a funny guy. And he's not on my side eithe. For the remainder of the night, i dream, about leaking faucets.
posted by karkaremtg @ 10:20 PM
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