Fritz’s Point of View
It’s Sunday. Today, she will be here—the girl who has been disturbing my peace since I saw her. I never wake up early on a Sunday, especially when I have a gig the previous day. But today, I woke up at 5:00 a.m. and cannot go back to sleep anymore.
I know I dreamt of something, but I cannot remember it as usual. Ever since that tragic day, I never remember my dreams anymore. Every night I know that I am dreaming of a happy dream, but when I wake up, I never recall it even if I try to like it never happened. It is always cloudy. Like it never wanted me to see or feel happy things even if it is just a dream.
These forgotten dreams stopped when I started my part-time job. Maybe because I am always tired, I never feel like this anymore when I wake up. My unknown dreams
