I became conscious but I didn't open my eyes yet, don't want to yet. The wind seems warm like I am being trapped in a room where I can't really breathe.
'This place seems familiar'.
Sure it does.
Sniffing noisily before opening my eyes, I stretched. The tip of my fingers touched something warm making me jump to a seating position to see the warm thing now facing me.
They don't mean to give me a place of fried rice and chicken.
What the heck am I supposed to do with that when I barely even eat mean. The rice smells nice, and the green peas on it seem somehow attractive as if adding to the color of the carrot. The fried chicken seems appetizing only that for a reason not yet known to me, my stomach seems not to want it.
Gently, I pushed the place aside and stood up.
"What's the freak tala!" I groaned as I placed my palm on my face.
Damn!
My head hurts, how come? I know I didn't hit my head on something.
