Sepet is wonderful. Life is wonderful. 4am rainy mornings are the shiznits. The cold wind accompanies me on this warm, chilly night. The soft light from the table lamp is like my old friend, droopy but always there for me. Wind from the aircon buzzes. The silent thunder from outside, somewhere far away. The stars in the sky, begging to be seen through the puffy clouds, puffy like eyes after you've been crying.

I've been crying.

Orange street lights glisten off the beads of rainwater hanging onto the windows. I'm all alone but it feels like I'm safe. Green inside, white outside Milo mug by my left hand, silver spoon inside. It's my room. It's familiar. Smelling Milo inside the mug like the remnants of the day. It's my room and it's damn familiar to me.

Even at 4am in the morning and it still feels like safe. Cozy yellow chair with butt-cushion. Sotong snack by my right hand smelling of sotong. The polish remover from the post-ball polish removing act. The empty Panadol bottle. I don't throw things away till I absolutely can't stand them. Hence the unwashed Milo mug with remnants of Milo inside.

One piece of White Rabbit candy happily alone in a big bag all for himself (itself?). Stolen creamer sachets from McDonald's. Some ppl are NOT lovin it. White cold floor. Warm to the touch. My room.

Definitely.