It is the same everyday. The overused term in my life, 'Discipline' and 'Obligations' toll me out of a snug and cosy bed. I draw aside my comforters and check for her showers of love in texts. Taking baths in the mornings are such chores, trudging back to my room from my dad's is worse when the climate of his room is arctic.

Without fail, every trip to Raffles Place is always tediously lengthy, cramped with crowds bustling to and fro. I try to steal a standing-nap but the attempts turn futile when the motion of the quick-moving train jerks me in embarrassing jolts. Next, thoughts of her wheel my mind like hasty, impatient wind...

The story would never end, so I will end it here, with me thinking about you.