Home Sweet Home

It’s finally home, where a day in “another home” ended with a wink of an eye. Bag, shoes, water tumbler and a wet shirt which I’m still wearing were all lifted up to my room for further arrangement. Door is still clacking, room is still gloomy, air is still tiny, and I am still wondering, the day I had today. I have my ipod on the speakers before my bath. Music fills the room. Water rush out from the shower as I turn on the tap. I wet myself into the showering water. Within seconds the room was fill with water vapour. The feeling strike me like a baseball bat hit into my heart. I lowered my head facing the ground while closing eyes. Neither music nor water i felt. My mouth open to take a deep breath with still my eyes shut. My legs were numb as I tumble down to the floor with my knees hitting it and my forehead slamming into the floor. At that very moment I felt like bursting all my tears and shouting all my heart out or having a pistol pointing at my brain and pull the trigger, but I didn’t. It took me few minutes to bring me back up. I turn on the tap of the sink to fill it up while I wipe off the fog on the mirror. Both shower and sink water were flowing. My mind rebel with questions. I take a good look at myself in the mirror and smile cheerfully. Without thoughts I punch myself in the face. It was so hard that I can’t feel my cheek, but still I smile with tears and nosebleed to myself in the mirror. My face was thrown into the sink full of water. Bubbles were popping as I yell out my heart. I manage to put myself together and walk out of the bathroom with a smile on my face. I glimpse over to the clock then I realize, I’ve been in there for more than one hours.