I couldn’t sleep for the first time tonight.

Was it because I slept in the afternoon? No, that can’t be because I really usually take naps during afternoons even in between class breaks. I can’t remember eating too much sweets either. It is so unusual for me to remain awake at this hour that I am actually thinking that someone has cursed me for this night or something.

I didn’t have anything else to do but to stare at the ceiling of my room. My eyes are already hurting from too much usage of my phone so I can’t really use it right now. Any gadgets, for that matter, is included. Even the lights in my room are already turned off and only the moonlight illuminates my room. I should go for a snack but I’m not hungry plus the floor would be too cold to walk on. I have so many rants because it seems like I can almost do anything tonight except to sleep and it’s getting frustrating.

Should I just go for the snack? Maybe I should drink some milk, too, to help me sleep.

I sat up and before I could even continue what I was planning, I was already distracted by my wall clock. It’s five minutes past eleven.

Eleven…

They have this thing about eleven PM, right? Wish thingy. That moment when you wait to make a certain wish in a certain time. What’s that again? Eleven-eleven? Do people still wish on that time?

I don’t have anything better to do so instead of regretting and cursing myself for enduring the cold floor, I waited for the time until it reaches eleven-eleven. Staring at the clock like this makes me feel like a complete idiot, but when the minute hand finally reaches the fourth line before the number one on the clock—I got ready for my wish.

I really didn’t think this through. I was busy focusing on waiting and ranting on how I must have look like a complete idiot staring at his wall clock instead of thinking about what I should wish for.

Should I wish for my sleep to come? Nah, that’s lame. Should I wish for world peace? Probably, to at least make my time worthy for waiting like an idiot.

Thirty seconds left before I could utter what I should wish for and–what the heck, I don’t know what to wish for!

Should I wish for a new car? For money? For successfulness in life?

Ten seconds left!

I don’t know if it was necessary but I immediately closed by eyes and even bowed my head and got ready to say the first thing that I could think of. The hell! I can’t think of anything at all!

Three seconds!

When that second hand could even reach the last beat before the number twelve—I never knew I could wish for something so fast.

“I want someone to spend the day with me!” Yeah, what a loner dummy you are, self.

Then, it was like the time has stopped—literally. The second hand of the clock didn’t move anymore. It’s eleven-eleven.

I swallowed hard. What the heck is happening? Did the clock run out of battery?

I was about to stand up and reach for the clock when the most unexpected thing happened right in front of my eyes. Materializing from the blinding light around the room—A FREAKING PERSON IS SUDDENLY STANDING BEFORE ME!

WHAT THE FUCK?! WHO IS THIS GUY?!

I didn’t know I was holding my breath until I gasped hard for it and immediately covered my mouth from screaming. I’m freaking out! This has to be my imagination, or a ghost, or a dream! Damn right I’m just dreaming right now!

I even rubbed my eyes but this freaking person is still standing right in front of me!

Stretching his neck and yawning, this guy looked at me as if he is bored and sleepy. “You should try pinching yourself, too. That’s also what they do to check if they are dreaming.”

“Y-Y-You can talk!”

He grins and walks towards me. Before I realized how far I moved away from him, I'm already pinned on the wall and he’s already on the bed!

Oh shit, shit, shit! WHY AM I NOT WAKING UP?!

“Yeah, dumbass, I can talk. Now, stop looking all surprised and shit well in fact you know well why I am here.” He sat beside me and yawned again. “You people should really stop dreaming for something you’re not ready for. I’m really sleepy, so let’s sleep first. We have plenty of time together tomorrow, I promise.”

“Who are you?!”

“Tsk! Why are you yelling?!”

“Why are you yelling at me, too?! I asked who you are!”

“Stop yelling!”

I let out a frustrated grunt, take my pillow, slammed my face on it, and then screamed: WAKE UP NOW, IDIOT! Satisfied with letting out the frustration I have, I took the deepest breath I can before looking back at this guy again. I was hoping he would be gone and I’m finally awake from this dream but no luck. The guy is still here and he is looking at me amusingly.

“Tired proving that this is a dream already?”

I took a deep breath again. I don’t know what this dream is for but I know this is all going to end when I finally wake up. This is just a dream—a bad one. Who would want a guy to visit their dreams like this when you’re a guy yourself?! I could have dreamt about someone beautiful or my favorite actress!

“You know what, I’m going back to sleep.”

This guy exaggeratingly held his hands together as if praying and even looked above. “Finally! Let’s sleep now because I’m really sleepy.”

“Sleep on the sofa, you freak!”

“Ha! You wish! Scoot over so we both have some space.”

“Argh!”

I moved and gave this guy space because I figured that I already don’t have the energy to even talk bad to him. It seems like all my energy and strength went to the drain and now I’m really tired and sleepy too. My eyes felt heavy and I really want to just drift off to sleep…

“What’s your name?”

I barely heard that question. “Win.”

“Nice to have this wish with you, Win. I’m Bright.”

I was enveloped in a warm embrace.

It’s only then that I’m sure the time continues on—it’s eleven-twelve.