29.11.07; Thursday

The hang over from my recent trip to Baguio manifested itself through my dream.

My dream said I was back in Baguio. To which place and with whom, I was clueless. I was about to go out for some air. When I pushed the door open, it was the sight of my One Great Love that greeted my eyes. His eyes betrayed his surprise to see me.

There was this awkward silence between us. I wanted to crane my neck to see if he has company but I managed to control myself.

Then the unthinkable happened: My alarm clock begged for my attention. I was immediately reminded of the oral report I had to do that afternoon in class.