Time's Up
Chapter 1 - Game

College this morning was very tough. I think that when the white-gray day has become more colorful, Monday is no longer present in the list of days I hate. Really been fooled by the beautiful screenplay of commercial playwrights, which always portrays the campus as a fun place to be. Although it is ultimately the same. Even on campus Monday must start since the little needle meets the number 7. Plus the drowsiness-effects of last night prefer to play with my online friend-cuffing and compacting to form a ball of ball that hangs on my body.

"Aahh~~~~ does not go in aja yes," gruntuku trying to get out of the comfort of the mattress.

I've tried several times to open both eyes that I don't know who accidentally seasoned it with glue while my dream party was going on. Like a couple who haven't seen each other for a long time. These two layers are hard to separate. And it's not just that. Even I was only able to lift a small one of my index fingers. Oh my goodness.

I think this dream pull-out game has been going on long enough - enough to score the best score in a tetris game. My left eye managed to catch the presence of the needles on that wall. But it couldn't last long until my consciousness was re-absorbed in the same dream. I don't know how many times I went in and out of the dream door. Please, anyone, help me, I wanna wake up.

"LIST!" shouted a woman from outside my room - while knocking rough innocent wood - while pulling my life back into my body. My eyes were round from the sudden sting that hit my whole body.

"Well, my mom's voice is real, ngagetin, but thanks ma." Immediately I approached and opened the chocolate door. Now my drowsiness is gone not a bit. Seeing that I had woken up with my eyes fully open, mama left me with a shrouded confusion after seeing him who only fell silent expressionlessly as this door opened and left just a few seconds later.

I went back in with a slight stagger because it turned out that drowsiness seemed to be attracted to me again. Until the wooden chair that sat still accidentally kicked.

Brucks. But strangely ... Shouldn't I feel pain? Why isn't this? Am I still in the dream?

"Oh my goodness" I complained, still trapped in the walls of my dreams.

Come on, wake up!! I can't understand why this happens so often. When I thought I had been free from the snare of dreams that were getting stifling, it turned out that I had not even moved my limbs. Lying stiff helpless. So, now what?

"AMAZ!!" my mom's screams from outside the room pulled me out of the dreamland. I immediately looked towards the brown door with my body still lying. A second later a pitch-black woman appeared from behind the door.

"Al, wake! From earlier called, yes, it was still sleeping," complained mama who saw me just woke up. "Bath bath there, now what time is it," he continued, who then chose to leave after my body managed to sit and agree with the complaint. I blinked my eyes trying to stay awake.

Not wanting to linger, I chose to take action before the drowsiness returned to the throne. Wrapping the body in water should be recharging the power inside me. Today should be as exciting as ever. Ordinary clothes are enough. Scroll the needle on the wall that will soon arrive at the number 7. Immediately I hung the black backpack on my shoulder and started walking out.

Turtle 2 bread covered in peanut chocolate jam sitting neatly on a white dish with no man. I took both of them away while the hand of the woman of heaven on both feet was busy smearing other breads that made me not allowed to kiss her hand. Put the two loaves together and leave immediately.

What is the point of living if it is only filled with thought and thought without stopping. Either it is possible that in the future it will be the next Albert Einstein who gives a lot of grounding in science or becomes the most influential person in the world so that every decision must be registered as a guest in his life schedule first, life is alive. I don't know about reincarnation that creates the thought that if it can't be done in this life it will be done in the next life. But in the laws of my life, wasting time is strongly opposed. And endless thinking is included in things that waste time. After all if reincarnation really happened, would he remember his previous life?

The trip to college did not have a special impression for me anymore. It's been almost 2 and a half years that I've been doing the same thing on the same route, the same building - which sometimes happens to be paint-piercing so it always looks interesting. I always did it with the same person, my best friend, Erga.

"Al, Aldi," I looked at his stye face, which was busy chewing bread 5 minutes ago.

"LIST!" his bluff surprised me.

His hand pointed towards the front with a strong frown connecting his two eyebrows. His panicked expression mixed in fear making me wonder what he was pointing at. It turned out that a large truck from the opposite direction was looking good. And unfortunately, my hands became stiff, my body was frozen even though the cells in my brain were running around irregularly. This car is moving straight as if interested in the truck.

"LIST!"

"Huhh huh huh." My breath was irregular, sweat was all over my body.

Clamps

My door opened and my mother came out from behind it. Seeing the look on my face like I just saw a ghost the instant a mother's worry appeared. He approached me and started asking a lot of questions. The dream just now really scared me. Wait, dreams? Ahh. I was stressed for a long time. I could have been played by my own dreams over and over again.

"No papa ma," I answered calming my mind.

Out there someone broke the plate that made my mom go make sure. A gentle massage of the forehead that does not hurt. And I immediately pinched my left arm to make sure I had completely left dreamland. Thank goodness I really got out of those nightmares.

Not wanting to keep thinking about it, I immediately left the incident and went to prepare. I hope Mr. Karto is not being diligent because I do not want to rush. Also not interested in being the center of attention due to my arrival amid the explanation of this one lecturer. I hope also this morning breakfast is not a peanut butter-coated plain bread. I don't know why I feel sick just thinking about it.