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I wake up late on Sundays. Regularly. But today was different. I didn't want to wake up at all. Had an intuition. Wasn't so sure it would be a good one. I woke up. The memory of an unfinished conversation lingered. I thought, "It must be that."

I shrug it off. I brush, pondering. I went about my day as if nothing was wrong. But that conversation kept lurking. It was probably in the air I was breathing. I picked up the phone. Made that call.

It was true. It wasn't a dream. I hurt. I am wistful. And well awake.

"Let's go Neville...", my mom's voice filters through my thoughts. I realise she had been talking for sometime now. I rub my eyes, "Sure mom. You look pretty today."