I saw the watch and I got up from my bed.
Giddy. That's how I felt.
There were some little boys in a shop. It was a nice shop. The boys were messing around and the father scolded them. I don't know them.
My parents, my aunts and myself were in a furniture shop. There were fancy couches, tables and lamps. They were like "Can we sit here? Some couches don't have the 'Do-not-sit' sign so it means we can, right?" Then they sat down and chattered.
I was in a place with a rail on the ground. It wasn't a station. It was more like a tram rail and the environment looked old, like in the 19th or 20th century. There were some old friends and a friend approached me. He looked just like 9 years ago when the last time I saw him. I remembered his last name.
I was walking in a hallway. I passed by a door and glanced at someone. I stopped my steps and walked back. He was standing against a wall, with the similar suit and hairstyle like the last time I saw him. He looked at me and his mouth was opened. Mine too, and I cried "Davi!" But a big guy suddenly brought him away saying, "Let's go, the concert has started." He walked away without looking.
I continued walking and met my friend, Sakti, together with his siblings, outside the building. Again, he still looked like last time I saw him. He was there to watch the concert. I went out, walked through a familiar road.
It's a beautiful morning with the chill breeze coming through the window.