There was nothing unusual than facing the weak-flashing computer with piles of papers next to him everyday for him. Almost everyday, he typed almost every alphabets, finished every documents and used every minute he could spare. Such a life made him thin like a withered willow due to the bad diet he consumed every weekday – a cup of coffee, a few doughnuts; only caffeine and starch could not give him much.

He did not look like he has his own unique soul; except for those who know him really well, others would really pity him very much. Fortunately for him, he never complains to anyone about his work; he was happy.

Sometimes he would fell asleep on the table, but woke up after a few minutes or so. The sound of the ticking clock somehow petrified the time, putting him into a space where work was endless and life didn’t grow…just countless of soulless things, either visible or not, accompanied him so long that seems to be eternity.

One day, he fell asleep again, but in a long, long sleep. In his dream, he appeared in a vast empty space, and then slowly, it became a vast empty ocean in front of him. Under his old shoes, were soft sands; fine, white sands as soft as silk, somehow soothed his legs. Now, he was afraid; there was no one, no sea birds or any trees; just an empty beach with nothing except beauty.

Slowly, he began to sweat; his hands were trembling slowly, looking everywhere in hope of finding ‘something’. He could not lift his legs, as if they were chained and too weak to be lifted. Carelessly, he fell down, hesitantly crawling toward the calm sea.

In an instant, the sea slowly became stagnant, forming into a great block of blue wax; the sands seem to be liquefied, forming a whirlpool and drained the poor man in it. After rounds and rounds of slow spinning, he was insane, doing the best to save him from being suffocated into the sand; he lose and became unconscious, while the flowing sand slowly turn him round and round, to and fro as he was facing a change for himself.

The sun shone on him, and he woke up surprised, finding himself next to a clear pool with nothing except some pebbles and the crystal clear water. Surrounded him were old trees,so old as they had live through millenniums of years, covering the whole place except for the pool; it was noon in the strange dream. He sat next to the pool and began to think, since he never realize everything was just in his dream.

By the time he opened his eyes; he woke up, facing the computer, the piles of papers and some empty coffee cups. He began to continue his work again but for him, this was his last work in this job; it was time for him to leave this life.