The Worst Nightmare

I had a nightmare the night before last night. The nightmare was so horrible that I dared not to sleep yesterday.

In my dream, my kite cut off the line itself and flew away without telling me. The feeling of disappointment and depression struck me like a tidal wave. How dreadful the dream was! How melancholy I felt! Tears accompanied me all day long. Keeping thinking about the good times I flew the kite in the past, I wished it were just a nightmare, not a real one.

Will my kite really do this to me? The line goes too high, too far. No matter how loudly I ask my kite, it doesn't respond. Nor does it give any hint to me, telling me that it's worth waiting for the kite that flies high.


09:37 April, 6, 2006