To my darling

I had a bad headache when I woke up. The daylight threw one of its thin arms into my window and I failed to ignore. A maddening little noise shouted in my head, in a teasingly high frequency. Sadly, I had no one to blame with. The headache suggested me that it would be a no good day. I stood like a tree in the center of the house.

Here comes the new morning.

The catastrophic pain did not follow me to school. In the rest of the day, things were totally ordinary. Not until I was on my way home, with a fear of being crashed by the buses roaring after me and my bicycle, did the feeling come back. I felt kind of dizzy and I wished to lie down in the middle of the road, creating a traffic disaster, forcing everyone else in the world to look at me and my little pain in my head. All the ideas danced vigorously in the small screen in front of my eyes. No one could see it but me.

Finally I got home. Nothing special happened. Standing still by my bicycle, I took off my glasses and enjoyed the vague street, the not-so-fresh air, and the way I halted. My senses were somehow opened. I could hear every note of a piano player from no where. A familiar aroma came to tell me that the winter was coming now from a far, far away city. I wanted to sit down, considering that if I did not then I would perhaps pass out in a jiffy.

Maybe I had inhaled so many metallic ions when I did my electroplating yesterday, I thought. Hilarious feelings overwhelmed me. The last thing I saw before closing my eyes was a mild hand, putting on my forehead, healing all my crazy disorientation.



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