I wasn't surrounded by dark grey walls anymore. There was no more childish ceiling. No navy blanket and yellow bed-sheet.
Instead, I was laying on a hard bed with thin cover, surrounded by walls made of woods, and -forget about ceiling, this place didn't have one- roofs made of dry palm leaves which were stacked together and bound by rope made of the skin of woods. It was arranged so tight and firm that even if it were to rain heavily, there would be no rain drops leaked into the house.
That was not the point.
WHERE AM I???
I was frustrated after I found out that I was not at the same place anymore.
Wasn't it too bizarre to suddenly find out I was not in the same place anymore? Was all the surprises in these past six months not enough to make me crazy? Now, I was thrown in this place for what reason, dear universe? Please, answer me!
Out of my frustration, I grabbed my hair and kicked around while whining. I just wanted to cry and scream!
I had enough of it!
