7 t H e a v e n

The week had been damped with rain. It hadn't rain today. But it was gloomy though. I wonder what all that meant. Could it be for my close friend who was admitted in the hospital? Or was it just the weather?

I never failed to fall asleep in a car ride. It can move as fast as a stallion or as slow as a bull cart but none can keep me awake. I slept throughout the journey home from my university. Guiltiness’ I do feel for I'm suppose to keep awake for my friend who was driving.
But then again, the Sleeping God never let go of me. I gave in.

A deep sleep it was.

Yet not a single dream.

All pitch black, yet I did have a few images floating around. My lecturer, the canteen, some skies and clouds, bits of leaves, flashing lights and my friend who gave a weird smile.

With that I woke up.

I cannot explain how bright everything was. But everything tuned to its hue in a while. I wasn't home yet. The radio was blasted aloud now. It was cold in the car. My friend was muttering some words I could not understand or interpret. I turned behind and there was my close friend of mine who was admitted in the hospital. He was sitting there, smiling straight to me.

I woke up again.

It was bright. In a while everything came into focus. Home was right there in front of me.

As I came out of the car to my house, with a soft, long breath, I whispered ; "Amen".

Sitting here now , I cannot not explain why I had that dream (probably not for it was too real)
at that time. Was it because of pure guilty consciousness that he got injured because of me?
Or am I blaming myself again and again?

Now as I turn my sight towards a painted picture, I see a scripture:

"For God hath not given us the spirit of fear, but of power, and of love, and of a sound mind." -2 Timothy 1:7



I reached out my mobile, and called my friend.