Wind blew in a sweet, gentle gush blowing my hair in its most elegant flow like a pouring water that soothes the soul. Its hands held the softest touch that had ever caressed me and the most fragrant breath I have ever sensed. So beautifully constructed such that its presence gave me an ecstatic feeling of freedom that I have never felt before. As it blew me away, my eyes bestowed in front of it an aesthetic landscape of the beautiful sunset which I have never seen up close. So this is what it looks like, the beauty he have been telling me of. The mountains I only got to see from afar is where I am sitting right now as my fingers fondled the green, soft bed of grass that covered the bare ground. The tall trees that are before me down below the humble steep of the mountain are just so magical and pleasing to look at. Gratifying, pleasurable, and delightfully magnificent, the green leaves held me in their grasps. The sun in its bright, yellow-orange color reached out its rays to me and held me in its warm arms; so comfortable and secure that I wanted to just close my eyes and feel its loving embrace. "So this is freedom," I told him with a sigh of liberty and ease as I held unto his arms holding me from behind. I can feel his tears flowing and his breath crying and gasping for air. "I love you," he said and that was enough to assure me safety. I closed my eyes and whispered in my last, feeble voice, "I love you, my friend" as I went into a deep, silent sleep.
"Kriiiiinggggg!!!!!! Kriiiiiinggggg!!!! ," the loud screaming sound of the alarm clock woke me.
I stayed in my bed just staring at the blue ceiling above me. Spacing out from that dream I had. My breath was gasping for air. "Just a dream," I told myself.
For a second there, I thought I died. I thought I lost my breath away. It was like falling into a deep abyss where no one can save me from. It was peaceful and yet disturbing. It troubles me in some way. I never knew what that dream was or what it meant. All I know is that it seemed so real and actually unfeigned. It was déjà vu to me. Whenever I had that dream, I die and then suddenly I would find myself waking up gasping for air as if suddenly resurrected back to life.
I can't seem to be bothered by the continuous sound of the alarm clock ringing and buzzing. The strange dream was all I could think about. It was a dream that kept bothering me for the past weeks troubling me since my 18th birthday as if starting my maturity years with nothing but worry and trouble. I lay on my bed spacing out and looking at the empty and vast ceiling above me imagining it's the sky I'm looking at. Lying down on my bed, I stretched my arms towards my head feeling the soft and yielding pillows inviting me back to their embrace. I was peacefully in a hysteria until my sister entered my room with a loud bang on the door.
"Shut the alarm, will you?!," she said with an annoying voice as if startled from her cozy sleep as she closed the door hardly with a force of anger from her fists.
I complied and shut my big-mouthed alarm clock who never did failed on ruining my mornings and saving me from being scolded by the teacher for being late. Looking at the time, I know I got to get myself ready for school. Getting up from my bed, I felt dizzy and tired aside from feeling out of breath and out of my mind.
My alarm clock's effort on waking me up early didn't work when I looked at my watch after getting myself ready for hours. I'm already late for school despite waking up before time. The dream paved its way. It kept bothering me in all kinds of manner. It sealed me shut from all emotions I naturally feel in the real world. Say, I didn't get scared upon seeing Mrs Simpsons with her angry stare and raised eyebrows looking down on me like a witch. I usually feared that stare more than spiders. I didn't listen to her when she scolded me for being late nor did I felt hungry when I saw my favourite food finally served in the canteen after weeks of waiting for it to appear in the buffet table. Mostly, I was spacing out even actually failing to notice people talking to me. I was thinking about the dream. That dream. That strange dream. What was that all about? It would always give me this bizarre impact after showing to me when my eyes are closed in sleep. It first appeared on my birthday, 16th of September waking me up for the 18th year of my life. And since then, it would randomly appear few times a week disturbing me and troubling me throughout my day making me space out in a deep, dark chasm.
