When The Sparks Fly

Preparations

The doctors must have surely given me another needle as I instantly went to sleep again. This time no dreams. No gods. Just peaceful sleep.

I woke up from a natural sleep this time. No sweating and palpitations. I realised that my butt was no longer hurting. I moved a bit. Ah, better!

I realised though that, when I woke up it is dark outside and everybody is asleep. General symptoms of night.

I tried going back to sleep but no use. I couldn't. I started planning what I would do in the morning. What would I tell mom? ,was the biggest question that I faced. To be honest, I didn't know.

I decided to just go home first take some time look for Drake and take whatever I think I might need and what I might be able to carry.

I got up again and went to the washroom and carefully examined my wound.

It was just a scar now. It had healed overnight.

(Well the meeting with Hypnos and Morpheus had lasted for a whole night a whole day and almost all the evening. I got to know that later.)

I washed my face about three times with cold water. Every time a new sensation struck. An excruciating joy.
( For those who dont know this last line is called an anomaly where to absolutely opposite meaning words are used together with one being an adjective)

After the blissful moment suddenly I got back a very bad nightmare. Drake hanging from a pole.

Noo... Thanatos is supposed to let him go. He must. I comforted myself. The nurses were outside the general ward dozing and chatting about useless stuff. Well not useless stuff as it might be of great importance to them. I have always learnt to respect others thoughts as they might or might not be of importance to the beholder. My mother once had told me that my father had once told her that some things may or may not be important to you but you are not always the possessor of thoughts. Someone might hold it close to his or her heart.

Now my fathers memories and his watch both hung to my heart. Just a regular watch with a worn out denim belt and a slightly scratched face not quite flashy to the world but for me ' undescribable ' . Sheer joy of memories flooding back.

I needed to go back home. It was still 3 hours to daybreak.

I went back to my bed. I lay down only to get up again and lay down once more. This time I fell asleep again. Good lord.

I woke up at 9 in the morning. I realised my walkman and earphones were kept beside by bed on the table. I got off the bed cleaned up and combed my hair and noticed that a little hair was growing on my chin. A beard at last. I went back to the bed. It was half an hour till the doctor came for inspection. I plugged my earphones in the walkman and played it on random mode.

There were many songs mic drop, fake love, dope, then there were these English songs. Perfect, cheap thrills, swalla, Havana, Rockabye, then there was this song and it made me hang on and without looking only I put it on loop.

So dont go look at me with that look in your eye.......

(This is my new jam XD)

It was a really nice song and I realised there were some new songs. Some really nice songs.

I listened to almost thirteen songs when the doctor came.