Traingers

🚂-Call-station-🚂

🌌11:00 pm🌌

The dimpled guy and I realised that we were very tired now. And so, we headed towards our seats to head off to our own dreamlands.

Sleep was not something I was used to. People could sleep like logs while I can wake up at even the smallest disturbances. My mom says I have always been like that.

Even as a kid, I would not sleep. The only way I slept was if they took me on a drive. Or rocked me on their lap, continuously.

I just don't like sleep. It takes up so much of time which could be utilized greatly. But then, it is against human's functional rule book.

People find peace in their sleep. I summon my inner demons.

It overpowers my mind which drags me back to where I came from. My regrets.

As I was thinking, I started thinking of what my parents were doing right now. I was worried because I didn't even leave a letter behind. What if they thought something happened to me? Grace wouldn't let them think that. But what if they realise Grace was hiding something from them?

I wish these what ifs didn't even exist.

I was tensed. Instantly, I decided to call my mom. I won't tell her the location and I'd request her to let me be alone for sometime.

I dialed those numbers with shaking hands. Finally, I heard her hoarse voice.

"Hello, Andrew's residence."

Her shaky voice made me feel regretful. I didn't want her to go through more suffering than she already was. Oh God, I am just so selfish.

How can I expect to grow crops on my field, when there are already so many weeds existing there?

I took a deep breathe in.

"Hey, mom, Myra here."