“Hey, wake up!”
Every morning, every single day, the voice urges me to open my eyes.
It’s annoying, I want to sleep more.
“No, I don’t want to!”
I reply, screaming to the voices in my head.
“Stop disturbing me!” I said.
The voices are silent for a moment.
They stop bickering and stop yelling at me to open my damn eyes.
“You wish you would not wake up again, did you?”
The voice chuckles in sly.
Haha, I wish I could open my head and let them out, but I couldn’t.
The smell of my mother’s cooking crawled under my nose.
The giggles of my little brothers pass through my ears without permission.
The dark that I most feared but most craved for, changed into light.
The pillow which is still wet after last night makes me anxious.
This is another day.
Another day to live on.
When will this be over?
