Sleeping Around

So the Doulos is going to be scrapped.

There goes another bed I've slept in. There goes another ceiling I've slept under.

In my life, I've slept in many places.

I've slept in my bed, I've slept in my parents bed.

I've slept on my sister's bed, I've slept on the living room floor.

I've slept on reclaimed land, I've slept on a park bench.

I've slept under the moon and the bamboo on a mountain peak.

I've slept in the deserts of Australia and the dormitories in Myanmar.

I've sleep on safari beds in Assam and beds in a safari in Africa.

I've slept in my nephew's bed in Portsmouth.

I've slept on a bed in Eusoff Hall and the floor of Temasek Hall.

I've slept on a sofa at Exxon Mobil and on the bed of a half blood princess.

I've slept in a bunk in Tekong and 3 bunks in the west.

I've slept in 3 bunks in the east.

I've slept on a bed in Hong Kong and I've slept on a mattress in Singapore.

I've slept in a sleeping bag in 2 secondary schools.

I've slept on the floor of NUS and I've slept on the roads in Taiwan.

I've slept on my grandmother's bed and my cousin's tiled floor.

I've slept on the Doulos Ship,

The 747 returning to Singapore,

The Swiss double decker train,

And the Indian train with 3 bed levels.

But what's important is that I wake up.

Every morning I awake and look around at the surroundings, familiar or not. It takes a while for me to figure out where I am, and remember who I am. When I finally do, sometimes it makes me sigh. Then I pray for help to carry on. But some days I am happy when I remember who I am.

Every day, it's a miracle to me how I got here and how I remember how I got here. As long as I can remember who I am, there is hope in my today.

Yay.

By the way please don't suggest any ideas like making the ship into a church/monument/restaurant unless you have a few million dollars to spare.

I already tried.