A little whisper in the dark

Its beginning to sound like the story of my life.

Just this morning I was dozing nicely in bed, dreaming a particularly vivid dream that I was taking an airplane ride to somewhere. I had a window seat, and I was busily taking pictures. I even remembered the runway looked fairly dirty. Just when the plane was about to turn into the take-off runway.......

The phone rang.

*poof*

Why does a good thing always dissipate when I am near the point of fulfilling it? Why can't the bloody phone ring like 5 minutes later?

posted by Chung Leong @ 4:50 AM