Spontaneous

Sometimes, I suddenly wake up in the morning, grab the yellow pad beside my bed and start writing about the dream I just had. Usually, I would go back to sleep and when I wake up, I will find the once-brilliant idea so ridiculous.

Waking Up

My alarm clock ringing in the background. Footsteps of my mother, busying herself while contemplating whether to disrupt my blissful sleep or not. My sister turning beside me, shaken by the sounds.

And then I wake up.