J2

Here I am again, walking down the streets. The wireless headphone I just bought earlier, connected to the phone playing jazz tracks again. It's Toots Thielemans'. I love all these modern technology of wireless shits, ease me doing things. I'm still stuck in Malacca, while 'that other person' is already in his room typing something into his laptop. This Malacca though, is actually Amsterdam. I am not sure why, but I feel like I'm having some sort of a jet leg and a really bad headache. I don't remember drinking in the bar earlier. It already half past midnight. It is starting to get cold out here, although I am sweating. I'm wearing summer clothes, summer clothes in Malaysia, during winter, at Jonker Street, Malacca that is actually Amsterdam. The sweats starts to come out a lot more. Still having a bad headache, I faint.



I wake up, still at the bar. The bartender woke me, saying I dozed off and had a nightmare. He thought it was a seizure.
Fuck.


When I stand up from the chair, the world turns black. I'm on my bed.