At first I screamed like a little toddler, gripping my arms around his torso and eventually I calmed down and shut myself up.
This man is a stranger--what's worst is that he's claiming he's a genie. A genie for fuck's sake! If only it were that easy to be superwoman, then I'd believe him.
But no, I refuse to believe. I refuse to accept this twisted turn of events and instead reassure myself that I'm just hallucinating. Yes, I'm just dreaming.
"You're not dreaming," I hear his chuckle.
"How did you know that?!" I shouted, due to the heavy air pressure around us.
He glances at me, then focuses back to the front. "You're saying it out loud! Of course I'll hear it!"
Did I seem to eat something wrong? Was I mistaken or was this really reality?
I calmed myself, thinking rationally as everything that has happened now is totally breaking every law of Science. But if this was true, then I just had to ask. "Where are you taking me?"
"Home," he says briefly. I mean I'm not stupid but I just had to make sure what home he means. He could mean anywhere and I'll probably be a missing person.
"Where?" I asked once more.
He stopped as we always paused in mid-air. I'm afraid I'll fall, so I gripped tight on his waist, tighter than how it would depend my life. I have to get home fully furnished and that joke is lame. .I know.
He turned his head to peer over me, rolling his eyes he chuckled, leaving me embarrassed.
"Your home?" he mocked in such an unsure tone, as if to offend me with my silly question. .urgghhh!! Somehow he annoys me! "--I mean your home where you basically live, eat, breathe, take a crap----"
"I know that!" I screeched in exasperation, glaring at him. "I'm not in kindergarten."
He gives me a knowing look. "Well you might as be one."
I didn't mimick another word, but inside I was bursting with mixed emotions. Life sure can't get better than this.
I wasn't sure if I was staking my life to this 'genie' but my gut told me I'll be fine. It would never let me down because ever since life has been a wreck, all I've been trusting is my gut, my natural instinct.
I sighed once more before letting the whole wind swallow me like a tiny particle. It sure feels nice being up high in clouds--cloud nine, I may add and this pun is however, out of hand. I apologize.
The way the wind hitch and swirl around my body; the tingles I get and my hair flying everywhere like I'm somewhat like a witch, is interesting.
"Is it pretty?" he spoke midst in the defeaning silence.
I smile which he wouldn't see. "Yes, it is," I rested my head on his back, slowly feeling sleep pulling me.
This was breathtaking. Trusting myself to a stranger, a genie specifically..what a peculiar encounter. Right now I'm not sarcastic, but how great can life be sometimes.
August 25,2017
Re-Edit :Sept 25,2017
