terrace house backyard fun with two former high school friends
my mother asks me to sleep but she doesn't know i only really deeply sleep when the muslims wake up to sahur, which is around 5 a.m. this year? if you wake me up then i won't be alert but i remember all those times of blanket-straightening; kicking with the legs the fabric so it covers my toes so no mosquitoes, rats, or toyols could take anything. i'm keeping my windows closed.
i remember a friend telling me his brother got weighted down by a traditional malaysian ghost for sleeping straight on his back, like a corpse: waking up to a furry creature sitting on his stomach which somehow gave him a deep pressure leaving him unconscious, the pain still there in the morning. he lived in a rural state far away from kuala lumpur in a large empty house. did he just walk in his sleep and slam his abdomen into a table? i would think that way to get the images of the above-said traditional things out of my head.