Last night, I dreamt.
A lovely place, flowers were blossoming.
The trees were speaking to each other.
With every single leaves danced with the wind.
The soft, cool breeze.
It was pleasant.
It was spring.
Beside me were my parents.
Mommy on the right.
Daddy on the left.
We were laughing, playing, having a good time together.
At that moment, I wished that I will never grow up.
I want to stay as a kid forever.
It didn't take long to realize it won't be happening.
My parents were taken away from me by monsters.
Demanding obedience from my rebellious parents.
Stagnant on the pavement I stand.
Praying that came out as almost preaching.
Stamping military boots, gunfire, flying bullets, chaos.
All has been taken away from me in a blink of an eye.
It all happened in a split seconds.
But the suffering remains for eternity.
A loud noise drag me out from my dream.
I found myself sweating, trying to get my bearing back.
The loud noise made me jump off from my bed.
Grab my rifle, pinpoint to the enemy.
Because, I now live in that dream of mine.
A dream that came true.