And I know it was a dream, I looked at table clock it was 2:30 a.m. this was fourth consecutive day that I struggle for sleep. I opened drawer to find sleeping pills that my psychiatrist prescribed but unfortunately it was empty. I am suffering from a strange fear, fear of being alone even though I know I am alone, fear of loosing her though I know I never had her. I stood up and walked down to bathroom I washed my face and looked in a mirror my face has started catching age but I am not able to wipe of her face out of my brain though it was more than a decade I saw her. I came down to main door grab my car key and drove to river side after parking at a bench I pulled out cigarette packet from glove box lighten a cigarette and instead of taking puff started starring at the filter. I heard her voice ‘Parth, next time if I come to know u smoked I will come over your place to slap you hard’. I smirked and took a deep puff amd released the smoke in air wishing to give her a reason to come over even to slap me.
