Deprived sleep

Deprived sleep is like this:

You wake up at 550am, feeling the fiery sulphuric sensation in your blood shot eyes. Then you try to stumble for the snoozing button on your handphone.

You yawn easily as you stood in front of your bathroom mirror; Your chest vibrates reluctantly with each yawn. Even after you wash up, you felt that nothing makes sense apart from sleep.

You slip into your working attire in a mechanical fashion. Once in awhile you notice the tranquility of the darkness. Then you realise that both your parents are asleep. You wont recall hearing the morning chirps of the early rising birds because the time now reads 620am.

When you finally board bus 969, you wondered if fellow commuters on the bus would notice the dark eyebags that sag below your blurry field of vision. You found a seat and snug your sorry body under the blasting air condition.

When you force your eyes to greet reality again, 45min of journey from woodlands to tampines interchange via TPE had just passed. You started mumbling to yourself as you subconsciously make your way to bus booth with a number 19 on it.

And then there was this morning queue, made up of working class heroes of all ages , all heading towards changi cargo.

You breathe very hard as you climbed up the bus, tapping the ezlink card, at the same time remembering that just 50min ago, you had boarded the bus from one end of the island at 640am. You repeated the find-the-seat procedure again. As soon as you sit down, you sank into dreamland.

Once in a while you open your eyes to check your position along the way....


Ok i think i should sleep now.