YET ANOTHER DREAM.

There is this box in front of me, I want to peep but at the same time dreading what I would find in it. But it’s there, the lids gently swaying in response to the rushing fan above it. Calling me enticing me, but am still afraid, holding back half-halfheartedly. Part of me wants to draw near and have a glimpse the other part which happens to be my feet are not quite responding. I look on, steady at the open leads as they flap…up, down, up, down they went with the swish whoosh of the fan, hypnotizing me, now I don’t want to get my eyes off, then, the fan becomes a nuisance I reach out and with a click I turn it off, but then again I wish almost immediately I didn't do that because now my underarms fell like a major distributor to the Atlantic ocean.

In this box lay my fate, in this box, destiny will be changed in this box, once I take a peek in, there would  be no more turning back, so I reach out fingers trembling I can actually hear the bone knocking against each other, slowly it drew near and nearer and…. “The time is 5:00 am it’s time to wake up”…. Really do dreams always have to end with such suspense?