'6.21, Nanaka its 6.21. The soft voice of my father woke me up from my dream. i turned softly and nodded. my father left the room.
that dream. that kiss. you.
but who was that you?
i couldn't figure. anyways it was just a dream, just like the many dreams i have every night.
i went through the motions of brushing teeth, washing my face. the usuals. before starting on my morning walk. the sky brightened a little later, the birds chirped a little softer. the train came a little later. but i managed to reach my destination 15mins earlier. the contrast, the coolness, the blowing of the air-conditioner compared to the gentle breeze of the morning air.
lessons as usual, with the same attention span, the murmurings of displeasure, of confusion, of incoherence. it past. the dream. you.
lunch, the queues. the laughter and teasing. couples. on valentine. togetherness. it all seem so distant away from me. an unreachable goal. would i find bliss or stay foever alone?
the lessons droned on. even cyborgs come find love. the kiss. jolted me out of my trance. those lips. i wonder...that feeling... why is it so familiar. it was just a dream wasn't it? why can i still feel it. the softness, the touch? it seems unnatural. unreal. yet familiar. like it did happened. but how? it was only just a dream.
* * *
as i stepped out of the mall, second-hand smoke enveloped me. it trudged down, hands in the pockets of my jacket. as i walked, i looked around. nope. none. no familiar faces at all. all that greeted me was just a blur of people. people rushing to take the train, people giving out fliers. salespeople offering bank loans to me. i ignored them. i trudged on.
the road back home was lonely. but i grew used to the lonliness. Saki, Saki, forever alone. my friends used to tease me. i don't know. the impending future. a family passed by me. a father, wheeling his daugther and son on the bicycle while the mother held on to their bags and watched the middle child.
up the stairs a young couple climbs up in front of me. the guy's hand on the small of the lady's back. smoothing down her hair occasionally. i reached for the tissue in my jacket and wiped the smear off my nose. alone. i walked home.
those lips. that dream. impending future. Saki.'
haha. :) attempt at writing some thoughts down. enjoy~
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