Looney

Last night, tired, i got to bed.

I felt something wrong in my cranium. Like a pressure streaking my head.

I thought of a tumor. Fearing an epileptic fit.

I’d die here. Alone. No help. No one.

Many questions ran through my head. Should i lock my appartment door? If i’d need help, i’d be easier for anyone to get in…

Bullshits later, i fall asleep. Dreaming of Pakistan.

I woke up hours later. Alive.

I made it. Weird, isn’t it?

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