Touched down into the hazy garden city of Singapore at ten minutes past seven in the evening yesterday. Saw mum and dad off back to Penang this morning.
So i woke up from my lazy afternoon nap to a very wet pillow and drool trailing down my chin.
I could hear myself saying half flirtatiously, 'I love the smell of your hair'. His reply took me aback. He felt the same way towards me as I did to him.
It was the way he made me feel. So new, and full of wonder.
It was the thrill of a meeting someone new and discovering he was full of charm, wit and talent.
In the dream, he was married with a very cute baby boy, and Muslim. I told him in all innocence that my flirty comment did not mean anything. I would not do anything to hurt his baby and family. But the chemistry was palpable and left me smiling and reminiscing the swirl of emotions for a good while after I woke. He looked a good deal like Jien (Malaysian talkshow host and celebrity I grew up with).
I loved how he made me feel. I haven't felt like that in a long, long time. I thought of how good it would have felt to kiss him and regretted that it did not happen in the dream.
I became afraid of my feelings and wanted to hear CH's voice so very badly. He called, and all was good again.
Goodbye, Jien. Are you really out there? Or just threads of a dream I weave when I go to sleep and my mind wanders.
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