The morning after I last closed my eyes, I woke up.
I made myself breakfast. Half boiled eggs and some toast with peanut butter. I poured myself a cup of orange juice and then washed the dishes from yesterday's. There were stacks of bills from the hospital lying around on the dining table.
The morning after I last closed my eyes, I fell in love. Not with the lady whom I bump into during my morning jogs. Also not with the lady who gives me more fish cakes or noodles at the Kopitiam. I fell in love with my Mother and the way she sits on the floor holding each photograph which I had taken throughout the years. I fell in love with my Father sitting in the hall browsing through a Facebook page which looks like mine. With my young Brother who loves to chat with me whenever we're both at home but now in school at SIM.
The morning after I last closed my eyes, I played with my dog. I saw the empty space in her eyes when she picked up the ball and turned around to greet me so we can play catch but she saw nothing but a quiet hall where my dad sits on the couch.
The morning after I last closed my eyes, I watch the sun rises and as it sets. The cool breeze and the kids playing in the playground below my block.
The evening after I last closed my eyes, I went back to the body in the morgue and tried to share with him about the day. I told him about the breakfast and his parents. I told him about the sunset, my dog and the kids. I told him about the stack of hospital bills which seems to come with a couple of bills and mortgage letters from the bank.
The evening after I last closed my eyes, I hope I could have done more, to get myself protected. I tried to turn back time... Can I?
