I was at a corridor which had grey walls along. Suddenly I was turned into a gatecrash session where was the groom and this was my wedding.

Dearie was inside the house waiting anxiously as I made my way in.

Later on, it turned out there's no PG hired for such a grand event, but someone who resembled an ex-collegue, Titus, was there with his slinged Crumpler messenger bag, whipped out his camera, and started shooting for the event.

This event later turned to become a solemnisation event...as anxious as dearie was, I also maintained my composition.

When I had finally awoken, it was already 809am.

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