2008's November

I couldn't move...

I woke, but couldn't shift, from underneath the messy, yet perfectly piled comforts of my pillows.

I don't want to move...

I woke, but still childishly clutch onto the vague fantasies and fleeting dreams.
I woke, but want to lie in that gentle pool of sun, and ignore the growing morning bustle and rush around me. (pretending to be dead asleep...I don't wana leave!! T.T)

I woke, and savoured the moment before I wake...

I wonder what I could have been, if I get that impossible chance to rewind 11 years and start all over again.