Sleeping Awake

Why is it that we keep nurturing those dreams which we know are never going to come true?
When the night stretches too long, and you are still awake. When the roads outside have died out and the night is so silent that you actually hear yourself breathe.

It’s so late that the Bacardi has stopped kicking. But it’s still too early for the hangover to clear fully.

It’s in this particular aperture, this moment of temporary blankness, when the world stops flashing its images at you, when you are neither asleep, nor awake, neither drunk nor sober that this alternate dream world immerses you in it.


She lies beside me and whispers in my ear. I can feel her warm breath on my neck. I can feel the moisture on her lips. I drown in her aroma. I can feel our heartbeats becoming one.

It’s a world where the distances between us had ceased to exist, where unspoken words make more sense and a quiet smile means more than being on phone for hours. I just wish that this was for real and that I never wake up. I can die a hundred deaths for just one night like this, lying next to her in her arms and her, in mine.

And then suddenly you wake up with the sound of wings flapping outside your window as pigeons take their first flight of the day and you realize that it’s already past dawn. And all you have is a couple of hours before you re-enter and take charge of the other dream state which we call life!