he sits on a low chair by the corner of his rectangular studio flat. grabs his cigarette pack and lights the last stick on the case. once again, he drowns himself in deep thought. he gives a quick glance to the clock above his television. it said 6 am. oh fuck. he shakes his head, a mild worry painted on his face. another sleepless night.
7am. the warm sun rays cooked her face pink. she could feel the cool breeze of the early morning on her cheeks, disturbed occassionally by the rickety yet reliable blows from her 2 yr old electric fan. as she turns to stop her screaming alarm clock, her body is bathed in fresh sunlight. the clock says 7am. she lets out a contented smile. she just had the best 8 hr sleep of her life.
i still love her, dude. what? i said, i still love her. he drops a heavy accent on the last word. who? he asks irritatingly, sounding a little confused, more than interested. he’s heard this a lot of times before. mostly under heavy burps of too much beer. but this time, he sounded sincere. the kind of confessions made when floating in deep thought, or when one is half asleep. he looks up at him. damn. he is in deep thought. he knows who she is. it’s almost a year now bud, let it go. i know. that’s what ive been doing. here, he hands him his wallet. let’s go eat something.
hello. she clears her voice. a little groggy, she frowns after waking up to answer a stupid phone call.. happy birthday! a familiar voice whispers from the other end. ey thanks. this time, she smiles. he remembered, she thought. she puts the phone down after a series of niceties. it’s amazing he still remembers. it’s been months since we last talked.
i still love you. he hoped she heard him. he’s near combustion by its intensity, by the magnitude of its truth. his smiles never seem to fade. he’s heard enough to last him another lifetime.
that night, he slept. he would never wake up. he got stuck in dreamland.
posted Thursday, 22 January 2004
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you paint a different picture with your stories..you’re still you joey..come what may. raya comment added :: 19th March 2004, 16:24 GMT+08:30
