Today abang is doing night shift again. And tomorrow as well. I hate it when abang does night shift because ill always end up being not productive... AT ALL! The melancholic mood starts the minute he steps out of the door. I prepared ameer faheem's sleeping place ( oh he's a nomad now and sleeps in our room every single day on a make-shift bed huu). I pull down the curtains and blinds, switch on the fan, pull our blankets, and goodnight it is.. At 6pm huu. Occ i ransack the kitchen trying to find happy food, probably snickers that is hidden somrwhere but always to no avail, and i return to my gloomy niche, pull my blanket again, forcing my brain to shut down and sleep.
I miss abang to the moon and back