it is a starry night but the bed is cold. three pillows crumpled under my head, the fourth crowning my tousled curls. soft white sheets under icy feet, releasing hidden vapours of tesco original washing powder.

this is it, i think. this is one of those making memories moments.

the laptop winks back confidentially at me. ym status is set to OI GOT A BLINKIN EDAIKE!!!

tumhe koi aur dekhe
to jalta he dil

unbidden his image comes to mind. i try to push the phantom out. no; you're not welcome right now; i need some sleep; i...i...

stop haunting me, dammit!

and i drift off into wonderland. tra la bloomin la.

chocolate kisses come to mind. the sandman and the mad man grapple.

they come to an impasse. i sleep; but i dream.

and wake. something digging into some part of my anatomy. sleep fugged brain refusing to respond. well the hallway's cold; the loo's gonna freeze yer arse; you best think dry and sleep.

push straps back onto shoulders.

was it a vision or a waking dream?
fled is that music
do i wake or sleep?

eyes shut. black inside and out.

and then skype rings.

oh for goodness sake, stop haunting me will ya!!!!!

badi mushkilo se fir
sambhalta he dil

no i can't let you off so easy.