On Whose Lips Will These Tears I Drop

My Bridal Room In Dreams

I already knew that I was in my second country, a dream country that never tortured me like in the real world.

This time my place was a little better than the previous place, a room with a beautiful makeup. I can say a room like this is a bridal room for newly married lovers. Am I just ready to carry out marriage in a dream, if indeed he is who about the woman I married.

I lay my body on a mattress covered with white sheets. As I waited, I heard the door open.

Hah, is this my wife in a dream. I can't imagine if he's capable of taking me to the real world.

It was perfect, even more perfect than the woman who came to my dream a few days ago. Her eyes were beautiful, her eyebrows were a bit thick, her lips and chin were just right for me to kiss. His neck is a little tiered, maybe a place to hang the tip of my lips if it slips when it wants to go down to the chest. Aih, the perfect chest, the circles fit for a shitty eye like me.

He stood in front of me, smiling. I could no longer bear the anxiety of the second me. He really jumped up wanting to shake with something in the woman.

"You why?" He sat close beside me.

"Oh it's okay. How are you ready?" I held her hand and tilted her body before me.

White clothes that match this room as well as this mattress base makes the sense in my body more urgent to bernostal gia in the dream bridal room.

"Yes, I'm always ready. I'm just your dream."

"You know that this is in a dream?"

"Yes I know how you feel and how I feel. It's just that our world is different, you're from the world of humans, while I'm from the dream world whose creatures are free to be anything including being a woman before you."

"You can be anything?"

"That's a very easy thing,"

"Waw, I like it. Can you come to my every sleep?"

"Depending on what you're thinking, if you think of a beautiful woman, then I'll come as a beautiful woman, if you think of other things then I'll be as disgraceful as well."

Without a second thought, I laid down his body, he was already lying down. I put my face closer to his. Very close, the smell of the most fragrant breath I felt at that time, even better than the smell of Fariza's breath.

While kissing her lips gently, I spoke to her,

"You okay?" Ask me first to make sure it is.

"Just do as you please, remember I am only your dream that has a life time limit. Simply put, I can live if you feel like you've died. So do it before the world wakes you up

There is no long explanation for my romance in this dream. No gasps, no gasps or sighs. Nothing, I just feel a pleasure that is not in the shops or anywhere. Hah, at least I've won from every human, if they want to make love first they have to seduce, after that married in a boring way, then, after that it ages and no longer deserves to make love. As for me, she whom I call dear will always be beautiful even though my age has reached a bad old age. Thank God, my bad head turned out to be able to be a gallant head even in a dream. Wherever it is, I feel its pleasure.

*****

After a free day yesterday, I no longer feel stung by the sun either for the next week or month. A speck of light from that small hole, unable to give a sense of warmth to my body. If anyone says a lot of human ways to die it is true, there is sudden death, killed, dead is already the date, the most suffocating chest, dead, but still roaming in the worst place. Amazingly it should not die, it should be tortured first until the pounder of the farmer's dimples there are leafy and flowering. It's impossible, but that's how I feel, dying in a body that still wants to be tormented.

After a food courier delivered great food but more to the disgusting, I could no longer hold back. The first few days I did not touch the bad food, but the hunger that eventually became hunger revolted in my stomach. It hurts so much, when hunger comes but hours after that the food has not come. If I don't eat, at 8 am then I will eat at 8 pm, how many hours I have to endure hunger. Once I knew hunger hurt more than having to fight disgust, I didn't care about it anymore. Where they came from, from the comberan, from the WC hole, or from anywhere, was not a problem for me. As long as my body doesn't scream. Prison is not the right place to be.

A rusty iron plate was already located in front of me, as well as a glass of water. Still the same as the first dish, placed on a tray covered by black plastic.

It's not a surprise to me anymore, I opened it with a branch. Slowly the scent of the comb almost reached my nose.

After the plastic I removed, my nausea just popped out, but the hunger was also deep in my stomach.

This is called simala kama fruit, said people choose father, mother die, choose mother father die. The point is that there is no choice, just like me, although it is a little different. If I don't eat, hunger will kill me, if I eat, what I eat will kill me.

I looked back at the food on the iron plate. It's yellow, but there's reddish-brown. The way the presentation is also very disgusting, spoon, they put the telepak on the side, after that they just decorate with strange foods, and then they, the model is slightly elongated and each end is tapered and there is also one-on-one broken in the mist, and if I spoon always there is a broken even there is also like, well. Is this food in prison, or is it just me.

I closed my nose with my left hand, slowly I looked back at the plate. Although the nausea always suffocates, but I must be strong, I must not die of hunger. Spoon that has been smeared with yellow colors in his mouth, I sucked into my mouth, I swallowed without consideration, the time will pass through my esophagus, everything I put out again. Burraaaakkk, my tears just came, not sad tears, but hungry tears.