Kate, Babay Kate

The sky is clear with the sunrise a warm gentle touch on my skin. The air is fresh feeling to think that I live in the city. Slight breeze brush on me like silk. The weather is so good people wouldn't want anything go bad. But I didn't wake up with this euphoria - because I haven't slept yet. I have just arrived home.. to sleep.

I wish a plane would pass by overhead now and I will force myself to think Kate is aboard it. And I will pretend I'm in my kindergartens and say "babay" out loud to the plane. And repeat it many more times until I could only see a speck of it or maybe I couldn't see it anymore. I'll bid "babay" as it flies away, never noticing me.