Sonder

The scent of the morning was everywhere. The light together with the cold breeze embraced me. 'Twas a beautiful day indeed. I was in the university field. I was sitting on a wheel chair. I heard my friends' laughter, we were in a picnic perhaps. Then, he was there, he is there. He was taking me somewhere while he was holding my shoulder. Then we stopped. His warm hands hold mine--fingers intertwined, one by one. The heat was tolerable, my blood was in a rush. His scent was a drug.

Then, his eyes met mine, no words uttered, only the words that our heart could understand. We hold each other's gaze for a minute or two, but it was like forever. 

Suddenly, the bright blue sky turned into mad darkness. In just a snap, he was gone. I was alone, no friends, no meadow, no food. I was in a distant place, still on my wheel chair. Then a  loud voice roared from nowhere. It was deafening. The voice was familiar. It was persistent. It was my mom. Then, a gale came. I fell down. And then, I opened my eyes, realizing that it was 4:30 in the morning, that it was just a sweet dream turned into a bitter nightmare. 

-30 MCalamba (Blackrose)