sleeping is an expensive activity.

let alone how i chose to be a sleeper than to be a 1.7 million lottery winner unwillingly. i dare not to count how many mornings i spent $90 extra on taxi fare just because i really felt like i had to sleep for 5 more minutes. and i always regretted those 5 minutes afterward. because it indeed takes me an hour to earn that $90. :/

i can't seem to get myself to wake up on time these mornings, no matter how long i have slept for, or how early i went to bed, it always feels like i won't live a complete life if i don't sleep for 5 more minutes. it is always that particular 5 minutes of time that i cling so much to.

but don't we all work so hard just so we can go home and have a good night of sleep? that's what i have been working so hard for, so i can go to sleep, safe and sound every night, knowing that i have kept things in place and made life worthwhile.

and then i can go sleep and dream as much and wild as i want.

one night i dreamt of this magic closet through which the magic dragon could reach the magic rabbit. nothing in this world could be as nice as this magic between them. the rabbit feels kind of lucky, having found what she has discovered, the handsome, funny, witty, wonderfully lazy dragon in the dark.

she wishes it then that he will be the one she spends the rest of the months and years sleeping with. she must be sort of feverish now, being totally in love still.