REAL?

Mornings have never been easy.,especially when you wake up with a headache from a very real-to-life nightmare only to realise it wasnt a nightmare but a blast from your own past. As hard and painful it was to live it once,what has one done to deserve a replay of the same.Worst of all is when one has forgotten all the bureaucracies of life,work and all that is in between and your eyelid droops, you start counting those lambs ,slowly falling into oblivion and then the movie begins like a stalker pouncing on his vitim.You toss and turn in your sheets,squeel a soundless cry,reach for that something/someone that is unreachable,you fall a thousand feet through the air into the darkness unto the land of the never-to-return,your heart's pounding and racing,until when you jerk yourself up to realise just moments before your lamb count was just 17.You feel like you lived through that nightmare a hundred years.Like water slipping through fingers, the gory details slowly slip away with time and you realise everything is unreal.,the squeel,the fall,the pain,the faces,the pounding...It was all UNREAL

Except that tiny,single lonely tear at the corner of your eye...is so REAL.

"18,19,20.............."