Those sweet dreams came back the moment I closed my eyes and laid beside you, feeling the warm spot where you had shifted from just moments ago to make space for me. Dreams too beautiful to describe and rarely appropriate the moment, considering the fact that you're still busily mugging for your last exam. I seldom had dreams this semester, because my brain's simply too held up by the regenerating of cells for the next battle ahead. Let me dream some more, I beg of whoever creates dreams; please give me back those dreams I've been missing out on, those mirages of silver and gold and of you and me.
And so the day was largely peaceful; little tutee was visibly exhausted after his heavy MacDonald's breakfast so I decided to go easy on him today. And with whatever puny amount I had in the paycheck I received today, I decided to spurge on muffins for the house and egg tarts for Granddad. I haven't been a great granddaughter as of late, often skipping family dinners and chances to just chat with him and answer those questions he often repeated to keep in tandem with the ongoings in each family. I had been close to my paternal grandparents, and I sorely regretted not spending enough time with my late grandma before she passed on. I have to keep such mistakes at bay, because I tend to hate myself over them.
And I've got to give credit to Jack for being by my side the entire time, for enduring the unbearable heat wave to mug at my place. The least I could do, as someone madly in love with him, to provide him with a conducive environment to study in, and somewhere to sleep when he takes a much-needed power nap, and good food from out great chef in the family. Haha. He would agree. :)
I miss you. Can you come into my dreams tonight?
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