Took the 11:30pm bus and reached home very early in the morning. All my siblings were still asleep.

I walked in brother's room silently. As predicted, he was sleeping with his glasses on AGAIN! Books were lying beside his pillows. At a snail's pace, I took off his glasses, placed it on his table and left his room.

I have no idea what's the special name for the event today, but what I know about it is that all our family members have to come back and pray for our grandfather every year on the same day. After helping mom to prepare all the things needed for prayer, I was assigned to wake the others up.

I walked in brother's room again. He was sleeping still.

Me: Yiren... Yiren... is time for prayer already. Wake up please.
I was pretty sure he heard me but he was just too lazy to open his eyes.
Me: eh... why don't want to wake up? Not enough sleep is it? What time did you sleep last night?
Brother (with his eyes closed): I'm dreaming still.
Me: What dream? Sweet dream is it?
Brother (with his eyes closed still): Is a nightmare.
Me: Then? Why do you still want to continue if it is a nightmare?
Brother (with his eyes closed STILL): I lost my glasses in the dream. So I have to continue dreaming until I find it back.