I've woken up and I feel so refreshed...like revitalised, warm and fuzzy...a bit like a teddy bear but less sturdy and still.

I've remembered why I woke up and what happened 3 days ago.

I speed towards my seat and almost fall off because of the slippery surface of the chair. I flip my journal/diary over a few pages and start to draw my pear nearer...nearer...nearer...

Wait.

Why am I so hyped up?

I think with a more steady and clear mind. Ah. That's how. My pen exudes a blue hue that is visible by many-a-mile. It writes 9 syllables:

"3 days ago I got asked something"