Chapter-10 (Night of May aren't usually long, right?)

A night of May... when the days are getting longer and nights shorter.

why on earth would it feel like spending an eternity down here?

"kkkkhhhrrreeeezzzz.... Zzzzz...

Mmm...uh bui"

A pleasant moon above the haunted shades of a merely painted house was like a silver disk on a dark diamond fabric. But...who said it was peaceful in any way?! at least not for me... neither physically nor mentally especially when you are forced to sleep under a zero-watt orange bulb that is slowly driving you mad. (why not just turn off the fucking light!) 

Oh, such a bluster that was plunging continuously close to my eardrums in a cacophonous rhythm, and my gazes completely deprived of any sleep were dry and bloodshot as I was gazing at the damped ceiling without flickering my eyes for once, lying above just parallel to me was porcelain white unlike the initially once spotless white ceiling fan which was rotating slowly at its lowest gear and has become dusty brown from all the era of dust it had to face more than 3-4 decade or so since it had been installed.

however, I never said it wasn't cleaned once. It indeed was! 

but... now the only hand that used to jerk it clean doesn't exist anymore...

abruptly, threw my skull to the other side so that now my left cheek rested on the pillow but still, I felt a jolt of a slap on that cheek maybe because of those stone-tight pillows of the 70s or so. however, let me be honest...indeed I needed it! I deserved it!

'What the hell are you thinking, Hate! especially, at this devil's dancing hours?!--

wait what time is it right now?!' 

with the onset of such an intriguing question, I looked up to the wall on my side, I remember to have a calendar cum clock placed right above here but... this orange light wasn't enough bright to see clearly and neither it was to let a person dive properly into a sound sleep.

'So... TO THE OTHER OPTION!' my brain declared.

without letting any air pass into my lungs I dive into the mere sheet of discomfort that smelled so utter of camphor searching for the rectangular 140 grams of 'junk' as my mother quotes it, the android, which is commonly destroying the young ones nowadays. 

But, why couldn't she see the bright side anyway? I have turned the android on with a click, crouched in a curled leafy shape, trying my best not to let any radiating light escape (which I nailed anyway! Practice makes up for perfection! and ha, I'm Virgo baby--)

'3:07?! Are you fucking serious? 

conjuring hour?!'

I maledicted myself mercilessly banging my fist to my skull like a collision of two planets, ' hell ya... Didn't we see Conjuring's first part like 10 times straight? are you still waiting for Bathsheba to show up and curse you?! cause she's so distinct relative to you because her surname was SHERMAN and yours is SHARMA?!' 

'Tsek...shut up, Dash!' my thoughts screamed and banged my head onto the stone-tight pillow once more but that time straight onto the forehead! 

yeah...indeed my head is spinning now...but at least these words this rush of thought has stopped.

however, no bang goes without a tincture of Noice.

A shadow rises in the orange shade with thick strands of hairs falling to the shoulder of a petite flubbed figure arising just in front of me and then...

"Mmmm...uh bui..." the voice resonated from my behind with a creek of wood logs as if declaring another one's presence ensuring me...I wasn't alone and that was the only thing I'd felt hatting after so long.

(hey readers, 

Okay...I'm truly sorry that I indeed am a very crazy writer who withdraws writing almost every day especially when I promise well... so no promise, also your baby girl is on training...

just enjoy today with this awesome tenth chapter,

yours,

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