My ten-year old sister swaggered at me at a hot Sunday afternoon and ask me how it feels when the world is spinning around and everything else doesn’t.

     I told her that it is like your life. You try to escape from a yesterday’s nightmare, you punch your own heart but you are still alive though it still hunts you. When you dream of fairy tales, you enter a game of runaways, your hatred runs behind you. You keep crying but it never stops and you see lot of horrifying things. Obscure images at the background and a black cat grins at you. The telephone rings while you are writing this story but when you pick the phone up, no one is on the other line. You are going nuts because you were awakened from a great sleep because a Three Hundred Pound Black Man kicked your room door because he just really want to pass through. The teacher’s lesson for today is so misleading for he wants you to climb up the trees in the forest and swallow all your cash from your pocket into your ever wide mouth. Suddenly, the rain pours so hard, you got all drenched and then it’s so hard to find that Mister Lover. You gave up. You went back to that tiny house. You reached the remote and you turned the TV on and the phone rings again the third time. You just don’t want to answer.