W A K T U
Prologues

Edelweis Alfa Sanjaya was busy poking at his paper with some scribbles, numbers, and writing that was too complicated to understand. The girl snorted loudly, then tapped her pen on the table.

He's frustrated.

Edel tried to take a deep breath, writing again, "Start September. From 2018 .. to 2011," he wrote.

"Ck," Edel began to ruffle his own hair, "Cock so gini ribet, anyway!"

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September 7th, 2018

Five o'clock exactly. The sky is still dim. Mentari is still in its mysterious phase at the moment. And I wake up before my clock that's gonna ring. One sec. Two. Then three. "Kriiing" not "beep-beep". In my opinion, the noise of the working clock has a sharper penetrating power to the subconscious. And the noise that had not stopped was followed by another noise. My iPod was singing a constellation of rock songs that also fit my experience and observations, having extra penetrating power into the subconscious.

My body was too lazy, even just to turn off two loud noises buzzing around in this small room. Be me here waiting for the duet concert of the clashing noise until it's over. And busy puffing the eyelids until everything in front becomes clear. Once. Twice. And three times. Before like yesterday, yesterday the day after tomorrow, and yesterday again I talked with my shadow in front of the wall.

I dream.

A long dream on a short night. And i'm...

Back to being an SD student?!

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August 18, 2011

Twelve o'clock thirty minutes. Nobody wakes up, nobody wakes up. Except for me who is busy smiling while preparing everything to fulfill the fourth day of the beginning of the new school year. New book. New grade. New friend. I'm not sure about his last words. At least I'll start a new war and a new fight on the score sheet and the red marker.

I let out a breath. At least three times before starting my routine tell a story with another me on the surface of my wall. I don't know since when I started to get acquainted and tell stories with this shadow. We—more precisely I—tells about anything. About my school, my friends, about the soccer lessons that have just been taught and about the boy who was as good as he could throw the plastic ball at me (about this story will be domed next time, yes), he said, about anything. If my problem is homework and simple (true) formulas of an increasingly complicated Elementary School student, this conversation is the cure.

After a fraction of a minute I began to be abandoned by absurd thoughts, I began to tell stories.

I dream.

What a wonderful dream of my life that was so-so. And i'm...

Suddenly a high school student?!

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Tbc.

Hello! This is my first work here. Hope you like 💙

Greetings coffee shade in the corner of the room,

Lara.

It's good to use visualization, right?