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Twelve O'clock Night.

Again, this time I woke up for the umpteenth time with a gasping breath. The same and scary dream came back, making my sleep unwell. I also refused to close my eyes again. The same nightmare that's been haunting me for a few nights.

I looked over, staring at the clock on the nightstand. Ahh, it's still midnight. Twelve o'clock is exact, no less and no more than a second. Well done, I can't sleep anymore and it's still midnight. What to do to wait for the morning.

I put my feet on the cold floor, intentionally not wearing footwear. I thought it seemed like I would be able to sleep if I looked for fresh air, not that fresh, cold, or cool was something that had the same meaning. I think it is.

I opened the door to my room very slowly, I did not want to cause a commotion and make the whole house know that I could not sleep. There was nothing wrong with that, but I was too tired to deal with the excessive worries of those around me, especially my father and mother.

Enjoying the breeze of the night caressing my body, I really enjoyed this. And well, this is exactly what I needed after I had a bad dream.

It was enough, a few hours later I went back to my room. Just so I don't get caught by my family if I sneak out of my room in the middle of the night. Surely there will be an unimportant commotion that will occur if it is discovered.

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I started the morning as usual, after I finished my bath and got dressed, I went down to have breakfast with my family. "After, baby!" I smiled back at my father's greeting.

"You didn't wake up in the middle of the night and steal outside again, did you, Des?" my sister interrupted before I could reply to my mother's question.

I took a slow breath before opening my mouth to answer my three families whose attention was too much on me. "By also dad! I slept really well, ma. And the answer is no to the question from brother?!" good, on this sunny morning, I started everything with a little lie. Gosh, when can I get through the day without fearing they'll worry about me.

"Good, then let's have breakfast!" I smiled a little while nodding at my mother.

For information, my name is Desi, Desi Puspasari. I'm the youngest kid in this house. You can't imagine how over my family is to me. It's forbidden and it's forbidden, the reason is just for fear of me getting hurt or getting sick. I have a little fever, they'll take me to the hospital.

Okay, not unhappy. It's just, I feel like everything they do is too much. I'm an adult, already a two-headed. However, their attention was still appropriate when I was 6 years old. And I know the reason why they've been doing that until now, it's all because I was almost kidnapped when I went shopping with my mom. It was also the cause of my nightmares always present. I was tired, but I couldn't do anything. I don't want to tell my family, either, I don't want to make them worry more than they are right now.

Time passed and I was sure the nightmare that was always present every night was sure to soon be happy, well as time goes by. That is the greatest hope of my simple life.