Stay here with me

I pulled the sliding door close, but there was no latches or door knob to lock the door. I applied different directions of force against the door for any luck. I pushed the door into the door frame and pulled it sideway again. It gives a surprise click. Locked. Then i looked at the surrounding behind this enclosed space. It's a bathroom attached with toilet. Toilet was on my left while shower area on the right. However the funny thing was that the shower area was fenced by a maroon painted concrete high wall, separating the toilet space and shower area. There was no entrance to the shower area by any means unless I climb over the high wall. The surrounding wall was painted light brown mixed with old yellow, roughly done cement pasting. Artistically imperfection. I took a pee then looked up into the sky, to find that the toilet was open air. The wall height grew to my eyes level. I looked around and there was no ones around. The feeling was good. I cleared off the last few drops of

I like to just sit there lazily and stare blank through the balcony over at the orange-yellowish horizon. The ocean furthest ahead sparkle as evening sun setting down, prepare to sink into the warm ocean floor. The curtain rustling gently as ocean breeze rush through, put a massage on my face. The house that used to be white painted are now dyed yellow, only the sofa is not affected much. I will just take a long breath then exhale.

I like to sit at that brown sofa, the cushion must have been filled with feathers to make it so soft and comfortable. I would always sink myself deep into it and doze off. Feeling myself losing consciousness into the darken surrounding, feeling my body heavier and heavier, like an elevator carrying me down. Sound that i can recognize fading off as i sleep. I feel i'm smiling over the sleeping sensation, the feeling of tonnes of weight pressing at me that i hardly move my hands and legs. Good, this is an indication of good sleep. And i shall have a sweet dream.

This strange place is always belongs to some one or some people. Or most likely some one. They were born here, extended from the reality, stay in the fantasy, and they hang around this place for some time. Some hanging around for quite long, while some comes and go in short while. If this place are here without them, then there won't be this place in existance anymore.

I have been sitting here whole night long. Mess are all over the table; paper bags of McDonald, and a green tissue box i took from somewhere. Finished my sunday with a little chocolate topping leftover. Some musics were repeated a few times. There was only 1 call to my handphone for the whole night, a lazy and anti-social activated Friday night. This is it, seeing this strange place go-live as the music playing king of convenience's stay out of trouble. Stay here with me.