"A Ji li a ku mi en ti."
He flipped his eyes open like the pages of some rumpled book. Twas dark in there. He didn't know where he was? It seemed so to him at the first instance.
Aside the rays of little lights stealing there ways through the holes of barricade or border which seemed to be over him, he couldn't see clearly. And it seemed as though his eyes hurt.
He tried to remember the last thing which had happened to him. His memory was sharp and was sketching the imagery of what had happened and where he was.
He was in a trunk. His bed. Where he had looked into when he was running after that creature which looked closely like him.
He allowed sadness smear his recent gay of finding a bed for himself. The gloom of not getting to find the creature fell on him like a mist a
