Friday, May 20, 2011

Four Stories and One Evening~

Mother? It’s late. Wa-what are you doing here? she thought as she tried to open those lips to talk. Why can’t I move a single part of my body?! she began to wonder as she forced herself to lift a hand up and reach out to her mom.

She failed.

She can’t even open her eyes.

This is strange, she thought, I can see you at my door, mother, but I can’t get myself up off bed.. Urrgghh! she complained.

Her mom reached out with a little worry in her eyes. Hold me, she said to her daughter, just move your hand honey…come on.

Finally, she was able to lift that hand and move her lips. She moaned. She slowly opened those tired eyes to see the dark room and saw the door half open.

Mother? But-…

Her mom wasn’t there. She looked again, no, the door isn’t open at all.

Oh…what was that?

It was a dream. But to her, it felt real.

The next thing she knows she is with a friend waiting for her guy so they could go to this party. Her friend stood beside her in the shade talking about things she could barely understand.

There he is! her friend shouted, come on let’s go!

She stopped to think, wait- that’s not my boyfriend, or, is he? But that’s…  my ex.

He walked down to them dressed up formally for the party. Where are the others? He asked.

She went to him feeling awkward to do anything. He’s my boyfriend, alright, she thought, so I should be a girlfriend to him. She linked her hand into his arms but he moved away slowly, almost unnoticeably.

They’re not coming anymore, her friend answered.

What! That’s crazy. That’s not cool, he answered back, whatever…let’s just go. He went ahead and walked fast.

She walked along with her friend and looked at her own outfit. White shirt, cargo pants. Am I really going to a party? she asked herself. They went on. It was a scorching hot afternoon and they walked through dessert-like stones and small cliff-like structures. What is this place? She thought. And where the hell is that party??

Minutes after, they could no longer see him. He was walking way too fast, she said. So where do we go? Are we there yet?

I can hear noise and some singing inside, her friend said, I think they may be in there.

There was a huge red gate in one of the huge stones near a cliff. So how do we go in? It’s closed, she talked back as she move around searching for the entrance.

There must be some way to the entrance, her friend said again, check out from that side! Her friend pointed out to one direction, right side from the gate.

She made her way and saw nothing but old wood stuff, some plant, and more stones. What kind of party is this? She began thinking again, so weird. Suddenly, a cute little white Labrador came behind her. Oops, she thought, where’d the dog come from now…

They ignored him, but he stayed along like he was one of them. Okay, she thought again, nothing to be scared of.

Let’s just go home, she told her friend, I’m tired and sleepy. Besides, I don’t think they want us in there.

Her friend agreed.

Some good night sleep. She went to her bed and pulled on the bed covers. Half asleep, that white Labrador jumped in the bed and went under the covers so he can sleep too. Oh my God, she thought as she started to worry, why is that dog here? Why is he sleeping in my bed!

Black out.

She woke up in the middle of the night and felt something else. No, it’s ‘someone’ else. Not the dog! Where’d the dog go this time? she wondered, and who is this?!

She got up and pulled the covers to find her guy underneath. She smiled, that’s him…! my boyfriend, not some other man… He looked tired. She pulled him closer so he can sleep better. Why didn’t you tell me you’re already here? she thought as she watched him sleep. She put her arms around his shoulders, embraced him from the back. I missed you, she whispered, now you’re here…

He woke when she was asleep and found himself wrapped around her arms. He kissed her.

….. … .. .

It was morning when she rouse up from a different bed. It was a lodging house couple of blocks from her home. First thing she noticed was the door wide open and she could see children running and playing outside. A family lived in the next room. She knew them.

But--? she wondered, they separated years ago…

And now they seem to be happy and so full of energy.  She sat there in the bed with a blank face, looking outside her door and wondering. Are they back together?

And what am I doing here anyway?? I shouldn’t be here. Why would I get a space here when my house is just two blocks away?

The children’s father came out from next door to get the kids. He went back in goofing around with them as the mother called. That family…

She was left there alone questioning what happened in the last 24 hours, and looking back on those odd things. She might just come to wake up again and discover that all these were just episodes of one big elusive dream.

Tuesday, May 17, 2011

"PROM NIGHT"

The hallways are busy. Couples campaign for King and Queen. For some, they don’t mind; for others, it’s a big deal. A big event. A once in a lifetime chance. A chance to feel special, to have a good time; a chance to be with that person, to make good memories.

Prom. Everybody gets excited about it. They say it’s something to look forward to, a special event you need to prepare for. Gowns and dresses of different designs, a band, people dancing and singing, talking and laughing; suits and ribbons, corsages and confetti; drinking and crowning, it’s a party, it’s a date, it’s an evening to look back from the future.

I’m not so much of a shining-shimmering, not an in-fashion kinda girl, not even that who makes sure she has a new wardrobe in the closet every now and then; I’d like to be one – but I personally think it’s tiring. I tried to be one back then, but I ended up like this; but for this one evening.. I can forget about it.

Never really had the chance to be in one real prom. It wasn’t like that in my experience. And I wonder, how that would feel when someone really special to you just pops in to his unique way of asking you to the prom. Sings you a song, does something funny or stupid, whatever. I wonder how that would feel to dance in there with your special someone, or with your friends; I wonder, how that would feel to be up there and be crowned prom Queen..

I wouldn’t mind if I wasn’t Queen, or if I didn’t have the best and the most expensive dress. I wouldn’t mind if I didn’t have the perfect corsage or the perfect date..

It’s enough for me to just be in it. I wanna be in a prom. I would love to have experienced the real prom night..

For one night, I’ll be the most beautiful (at least if it was between me, myself and I); for one night I’d feel really special. Then there’s that someone who comes up to me and asks me to have that special dance with him. Then I’d go dance with him on a special melody like nothing would’ve ever been sweeter.

For one night I’ll be in Hollywood, in Paris, or in fairyland; for one night, I’d feel like a princess..

Silly old dream. I wish I had to experience that. Be in that dress and held by my date after he looks at me and tell me, “you look beautiful”. I wish I’d seen my friends do the same. I wish it’s never too late to feel like I’m in a prom. I wish it was easy as dreaming about it.

Silly old dream.