A Playful Misconception, A Childhood's Dream

It has been three nights since I was kicked out of my room. Relatives from neighbouring countries were here for Chinese New Year celebrations and other merry function.

I, one with slumber problems, have not had enough sleep and am now feeling the brunt of it. First night, I slept in my parents’ room. Second night, I slept in my brother’s room – occupying the whole of his queen bed so he had to resort to the living room’s sofa. Third night, which was last night, I was on that sofa (it had the width of my shoulders and a length that would not fit my ankles).

Tonight, finally I get to go back to my room, my bed, not to mention my toilet bowl. Strangely enough, it’s something I’m eagerly looking forward to with high anticipation while I sit through the last few minutes of my part time job for the day. It has been a wasted Sunday.