a misty night, a carpark rooftop with a field, and a pair of twins.

for as long as i can remember, i've never had any dreams consisting of both the older and the younger twins.

last night, 'Irfan had brought me to this carpark rooftop that had a field at the top of it. taller buildings surround this carpark, and while we were there, the night sky had been engulfed with nothing but fog.

we sat at a corner of the field, taking in the darkness and mist, until one point when he stood up and suddenly disappeared from my sight.

so i sat there on my own, watching the buildings, the night sky, and the mist. along came not 'Irfan, but the younger twin. i watched him as he found a spot and laid on his back against the grass.

we stayed at our respective positions, the distance and silence as a line of separation. the only thing that united us was the fact that we were both staring at the same spot: the spot where 'Irfan was seen standing, on the rooftop of one of the tall buildings.

it was a beautiful sight. the older twin looked like he was floating amidst the clouds as he lingered there surrounded by the fog.

i went over to the younger twin and said to him, "can you see that? isn't that just beautiful?"

i dont remember any conversation taking place, but we remained in each other's presence, The Boy lying down next to me. the next thing i knew, he had his arm around me.

the younger twin and i laid in an embrace, and in the midst of the solace, along came 'Irfan, walking slowly towards us. neither the younger twin nor i made any movement, and as his brother passed, he gave me a half-smirk that lasted for just a moment.

a very good morning to you all my Axes. someone landed on my bloggie because he or she had been googling "khairul pasir ris" for some reason. i just love this stats thing.