Tiny pink things.

He had left. Where to, she didn't know. All she knew was that he had left. The dream continued.

A huge mansion, a castle out of a fairy tale. Mona Lisa painted on the tiled stone floor. Trees on either side of the road looking impenetrable. A trap... And he wasn't there. She was alone.

Creatures came flying out from in between the trees. Tiny pink things. Round, with wings. It hit her like hail. She ran. She fell face down on Mona Lisa's cheek. She felt her body swelling.

Was she becoming fat? No. That wouldn't be possible. She turned over and lay flat on her back. The sky was blue. Few clouds drifted by. She ran a hand over her stomach.

And something moved. She screamed and woke up in a cold sweat. She ran a hand over her tummy and felt a small bump that shouldn't be there. She felt the other side of the double bed.

The sheets were crumpled. No one was there. She was alone. Her hand reached to the night stand and brought a small bottle to her face. Her hand shook seeing the tiny pink pills inside. 10% failure rate.

The pills went down the drain and her bed remained empty. Things just go wrong all the time, don't they?

My world is...

My world is where fantasy and fiction collide,
My dreams come alive,
And I see through tinted windows,
The sunlight burning up the stream.
Where others see warm water
I tend to see the cold beneath,
And in the darkness, in the cold,
I find the heat chilling to my bones.
The real doesn't exist but the lives do,
And my characters are more real to me -
More Real than me or you.

Her Last Thoughts Before Sleep

The book was excellent and a movie I would definitely watch.
House Rules.
Keep quiet.
Pablo Neruda. Keep quiet and count to twelve.
Why twelve? Why 12 months, 12 hours, 12 rupees for 30 minutes STD call, 365/366days. Wait it's 365.25 days. That must be divisible by 12. Mental long division of 365.25 by 12. 12 multiplied by3 = 36, therefore 3. Then 0. 30 point. 52, 12 multiplied by 4 = 48. 30 point 4. 52-48=1,2,3,4. 45. 12 3 36. 45-36=4,5,9. 30 point 437. 12 6 72, 12 7 84. 90-84=60. 12 5. 30.4375. 3+0+4+3+7+5=22. Round off. 3+4+3+8=18. Divisible by 3. So each month should have 30.438 days? So everything is divisible by 3. Even 12. 4 times 3 is 12. So if normal rate of one hour is 60 and I call you at 24, I'm calling at a price 3 times lesser than original. Again in multiples of 12.
12. 1+2=3. Again 3. 

Mommy Daddy and Baby makes 3. If baby is silent, it means danger or asleep.
You're going to be my math genius.
Baby makes 3 but three's a crowd. That's bad.
Then why is more the merrier? Because there will be more noise and drinking and partying and that implies that the people are happy.

I wish you could read this. Are you? My eyes hurt and there is a pain in my right ear. Maybe due to talking using a pair of earphones.
HTC earphones hurt after a while. Why?
Why do some people help whenever asked for help and also request it the same way? Is that selfish or self-centred or naive or innocent?
If you lose your virginity to someone whom you know there may not and probably will not be a future with a bad thing?
But it should be good because now the person will have experience and no one likes the inexperienced for any job and marriage is a job.
Pounding in my head when battery charge says 57%. Is this crazy?

I miss him. I wish he would read this and understand.
But I don't think anyone can.
Can you? Did you make it till here while reading?
I'm curious why many people are more interested when they think they are reading the actual thoughts of someone as opposed to fact :

The room is dark. She sleeps always facing the door, always in a corner of the bed as though ready to run. If she sleeps facing the wall, on the inner side of the bed, the room, that means she feels safe. It means she trusts the person on the other side to be her door of escape.
Because when flights of fantasy mix with the throes of reality, it's hard to decide whether to run when she suddenly wakes up feeling near-death or whether she should stay in bed and try to go back to sleep despite the crushing blackness and voids in her dreams.
It's easier with someone she thinks can protect her. From herself.

Because if B is with A while secretly being in love with the ex, C who is A's brother, does C choose B again after A dumps B or does C find D?
If D exists, where did D come from? C's fantasy or the reality of A, B and C?

What's there to show her that reality isn't really a dream when her fairy tale dark knight lives along side her? The exact one she was waiting for that there was never a doubt. The exact one who will leave her in years to come.

But why complicate things? Everything good lasts in multiples of 12. And 6 is the lucky number.
Sleep.
Sleep.

Sleep.

2:22AM, 2 Juillet 2014, Mercredi.