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Last night, when I came home hungry, I intended to cook something for me.

But since I felt so exhausted, I decided to sleep for a while then wake up to make me a dinner or a supper.

Seconds later, I saw her sitting next to me. For no good reason she was shouting at me and I was shouting back at her.

We were sitting there in our old apartment, in Palm Trees Complex, at the corner of Speed way and Campel avenue, there in Tucson Arizona.

Soon after, for no good reason at all, we started to laugh loudly. Then we started to hit each other gently. Then we hugged and kissed the hell out of each other. Then we felt so hungry.

Sandi then said to me: Hey Arabian, are you going to cook something tonight? Or is it me who have to cook?

I said: you make me an Enchilada and I make you Kabab.

She said: Okay Pumpkin.

That nickname she gave me gave me so much energy and enthusiasm, so I rushed to the kitchen to cook something that may make my baby love me forever.

While rushing to the kitchen I hit one of the walls in my apartment to wake up to realty to find no Sandra besides me. I was dreaming! a Short Dream during a Brief Slumber.

I felt so angry.

So I started to drink and try to write something. Anything. I felt I need to write. But I failed to write.

I felt so weak. I wanted to shout: please don't make me sleep. Give me an extra time and I will be able to write. But my shouts came down to a level lower than a whisper before I lose perception and fall back into sleep.

That was that.