That familiar scent of dawn.
It’s dawn. I can smell something familiar. I know I’m still asleep. This is one of those moments where I’m totally aware of what’s happening in real life, and can even control my dreams. But something’s bothering me. That familiar smell. Is it paper? I think it’s wood, oh yeah right, it’s wood. What wood is that? How do I know it’s wood? The smell is getting stronger. I suddenly remember my kids clothes. It smells like it. Those stucked in the closet for a very long time. Ah! It’s that smell, the smell of my closet. But why? How can that be possible? Slowly, I tried opening my tightly closed eyelids. This time, it’s not just the smell that’s bothering me. Something is moving. It’s tingling. It’s moving. There’s something in my face. I tried moving my blanket. Fuck it, it’s a bloody cockroach in my fucking eyes.