It's a quarter before five in the morning and I'm still awake.
The night is still, not a sound comes from outside. No barking of the dogs, no vehicles passing by... I can't hear even the rustle of the tree leaves. It's like the calm before the storm (and it really is, as a matter of fact, Typhoon Yolanda is bound to strike by morning today).
But in my head, I hear your voice, it's like you're right here with me, talking to me.
I love it and yet I don't like it.
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