Happiness and The Lost Puppy

Happiness walked happily, despite the Genie’s absence – the only person that could make her happy.


“Everyone is relying on my happiness,” Happiness thought. “I should not be sad”, even if her heart is shattering.


A tiny bark could be heard once in a while but Happiness thought nothing of it. Now that she thinks about it, the tiny barks has been there even since the Genie was still around.


Happiness looked around, something Happiness never did before. Behind her, wagging its tail, is a little white puppy.


“Hello?”, Happiness waved. “Have you been following me?”


The little puppy happily wagged its tail with much gusto. Unlike the other beings Happiness met, this one is different. Her heart skipped a beat.


“You’re not tagging along anymore. You have to leave me too”, Happiness whispered.


The little white puppy whimpered and walked towards Happiness. Happiness sat down and hugged him.


“Its okay, I’m used to it. I hope you can find your way back”, Happiness smiled with tears streaming down her face.


The little white puppy licked her face that made Happiness giggled. “I will be okay”, she said.


Happiness hugged the little white puppy until he disappeared. Happiness stayed this way for a moment, her mind and her heart heavy.


After a while, Happiness stood up and walked happily.


“Everyone is relying on my happiness,” Happiness thought. “I should not be sad”, even if her heart is shattering.


Sleeping Pills

Its been over a year since I started to hate sleep. It was an enemy. Well, because I was in love. Reality was better than the thousand dreams I had of us together.

I hated sleep so much that I had trouble sleeping. I know, I know. Once you’re in love, you cannot sleep well. At worse, you cannot sleep at all.

But the extremity of the situation is not good for me anymore that I decided to take sleeping pills. Not the prescribed one, only the herbal. Those things you can buy over the counter made of certain leaves to help your nerves calm down and eventually, help you fall asleep.

I only take one pill upon going to bed and only on weekdays when I need to wake up early. It’s good though. No matter how short I sleep, I always wake up feeling good. Like I had enough sleep.

SPBut just last week, my heart was broken. It was the lowest point of my life compared to any other heartbreak.

The sleep that was once my enemy, is now my best friend. I wanted to sleep so long just to forget. Sleep so long so I won’t be able to remember the pain. I won’t be able to feel.

Funny how sleeping pills work. Now they are at my bedside every day, not only on weekdays.

And not only one friendly pill a night, he could take his buddy with him, or all of his friends.

I just wanted to sleep.

I want to sleep. It doesn’t matter if I wake up.

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