Upyr's Cold Embrace
It is 8:26 AM. The date today is the sixteenth of July. Thirteen days left until it is my birthday. My father goes out to the clinic for his check up every two weeks on Fridays. I hope I will at least get some good coffee instead of the usual doo-doo dog water at the convenience stores' coffee machines that are too cheap for my taste.
Well, that has always been the usual coffee I get, which is rare actually, only if my father takes me outside with him on some such errands. I had another sleepwalking episode that I vaguely remember as I was confident I could lucidly do that while remembering it only as a dream. But I had no luck, such again for another attempted failure.
It is always travelling across air and sea, in a ship or through the aeroplane, and sometimes even through trains or vehicles on land.