Every night i wake up at 3:00 am to a dark wall in front of me , i wake up to an empty room . i stare at the books in front of me , at those picture frames i hang , pictures that are supposed to remind me of what i am , what i have been through . .. But what am i ? what have i been through ? what exiting story does my past tell ?
I wake up and i freeze , i close my eyes , but manage to see everything i run from . i run my hands through my hair , i wait for that 3:00 am to pass , i wait for me to loose track of time , to fall a sleep again .
3 days ago , i woke up again at 3 : 00 am , only this time things were different ...