It was a hot, humid night.
The fan spun at full blast. But it didn't help much.
I could not close my eyes. Every time I tried to sleep, I felt like it was the best time to stay awake.
I sweated. My heart beat faster than any other nights. My mind prowled around -- there were a lot of things trying to take control.
I couldn't figure out what the universe was telling me about.
I leaned against the wall. The picture of my late father slipped into my mind.
I looked at the big digital clock. It was 2.32 am.
"Don't get confused with my personality, and my attitude."
"My personality is who I am."
"My attitude towards you depends on who you are."
"And how you had made me feel."
I can't write.