Dreaming...Dreamy....

Remember the old man in his fifties i was telling you all about in the previous entry? He said he'll be back (definitely not the way Arnie sound in Terminator. His was slurred and weak) and usually I would not be bothered by such statements. So time came for me to go to bed. It was around 1+ in the morning.

The door bell rang. The door bell rang agian. For a while, i thought i was dreaming (I really thought i was dreaming! cos only the irritating tenant's daughter would ring the bell so late in the night but she came back already). I did not know how many times the bell rang before i opened my eyes (still insisting i was dreaming). When your eyes are opened and you hear the bell, it has to be for real!

I jumped out of my bed (and this must be a record speed cos i don't think i'd ever gotten out so fast. Not even during turnouts in the Army) and rush to the window. There i saw an old man, that old man reaching out to his handphone. I guess the next thing he was going to do is to try to call me on my mobile. He saw me at the window.

Still half awake, i went down to receive him. Did the processing and everything and decided to go back to sleep. He wanted a morning call @ 7am. When i went back to bed, i could not sleep although i was really tired. I was worried about the old man. He had to use a magnifying glass to read and looks like his legs would give way anytime so i think that would make anyone worried. Decided to check on him. Asked if he was ok, he said yes. Then he tried inserting a key for the locker. I saw that he was not using the correct key. He was using some other key he had on him. So i had to tell him that the locker key is the one with the yellow tag. Ok...everything should be ok now. I went back to bed. But not long after, i got up and went to see if he is still up. The lights were off. Great. He has settled down and i can get my sleep.

What a night....