thug story

last night sleep was horrendous. a swarm of moths had declared war, attacking the body parts i can't reach, feet and thigh.

the idea of shielding myself under the blanket was pointless as the night was damn hot. it was late around three that time. 

although my eyes barely opened, my mind was not in rest. even the noise of tapping keyboard sounded like a construction to my ear. 

 

the worst part was nightmare. to call it a nightmare, it was quite real and ghostly, though.

shit you, whatever you are!