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Piano and Choir Girl
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Monday, June 7 . 3:52 pm
i sit in the bus and watch the people go by...
i stare at the Bangladeshi workers building roads and installing pipes...
i glance at my watch, counts the number of bus stops left before i reach home...
my eyelids droop. i began to nodd off...
i rest my cheeks on my hand, elbow resting on window pane; drifts into wonderland...
i dream that the bus arrived at my house already...
i woke up, seeing that the bus really stopped at the place i was alighting...
alarmed, i grab my bag and dashed out of the bus, still sleepy...
......yawn.......
