Bhor
Bedsheet soaked in sweat and the balcony door was wide open. I remember keeping it open for some vantilation not worrying about the mosquitoes. I glanced all around the room. For a while I couldn’t figure out if it was the street light or the moon light spreaded over my unmade bed and floor which was making it artsy. Moving my hand over the damped pillow I tried to set aside my rug, and gulped down an entire bottle of water. The worst part about such nights is that I don’t even remember the dream which keeps me dazed after getting up. So after a while I stopped pressuring my mind to remember it. I get up, go out on the balcony and try to breathe more. Street dogs sleeping in the group, huge vehicles passing by once in a while. I look at it till it disappears from my point of vision. I sit there, scrolling through social media at 4 in the morning. Soon enough I put on a hoodie and shoes and go out for a run. This has been my routine at university for a few months. I am not much fan of a night. I try to sleep early or work till I feel exhausted and sleep. I prefer not to stay awake unnecessarily. 90% of the time I entered dawn in the above mentioned way. Otherwise I get up around 6 (used to). It is said that fear is the easiest emotion that can be triggered in humans. The nightmare is supposed to make me scary but makes me numb.