Once in a Sublime Dream.
The sun hasn't risen yet when I wake up. It was still the vague darkness that filled the room. It took a while for my eyes to open up and settle. I see this place every morning, the exact same way. Yet, I need these moments every morning to remind myself of the place I'm in, the people I'm with, the person I am supposed to be. Then, when I've made these ideals very clear to myself, I open my eyes perfectly wide and take a deep breath and let everything around me in. Today too, I did this. I look around. The dawn would break in a few seconds, I concluded. Next to me, breathing heavily with a stirring snore I was so used to, he lay, motionless except for the occasional rise and fall of his belly. I sit upright in bed, hold my hands together and say a silent prayer. I make coffee for myself and green tea for Hazil. He wouldn't wake up anytime soon because its a Sunday. Slowly, I walk towards the veranda and sit next to the maroon pillar, sipping the coffee, head ...