Bali dream

Whenever I go on a holiday, the withdraw of the vacation will always occur within the few days of returning. Normally, first the sensation of disorientation upon awakening, then it's the dreams of wanting to leave would probably last for a few days.

So far, being back for the third day, my dream hasn't been more vivid, the sensation of escaping has never been so strong. The smell, sound, taste and touch of the place back in three days ago still linger, the nerves on my skin still transmit the sensation of the wooden table and grainy dried sea water to the brain - the continuation of a vacation.

To quench this thirst and relive that moment, I decided to go to the pool nearby. With the scent of the sunscreen lotion I lathered myself with and the skimpy outfit for the trip, I was all the same but the destination was far from the poolside of Bendesa, Kuta, aside from the screaming kids.

As I read the lent book, Anansi Boys, these flea-like flying bugs kept biting, my skin swell and subsided. The pages turned, water splashed, sun shone and yet, there was no surprises, no expectations, all familiar.

Then there was an air drill, so everyone had to come indoor and wait for 30 minutes. As I waited with my music in my ear while watching families stuffing their face with instant noodles, fries with chilli and cheese, then washing it down with hydrated tea powder, I was slammed back into the reality that I am no longer in Bali.

Now looking at the unpacked bag, empty house, silent room, I'll have another slumber of my Bali dream.