When I Sleep
I woke up around 8am today, with all my chores lined up on my head and a dream. Last night I had my first dream about my crush. It was like the normal circumstances in school activities, nothing special or extraordinary about it. But this is the first time I had a dream about him.
Am I in any reality or in any reason hooked on him?
This must be my struggle to forget him, to rationalize things, and to lead a normal life. But it seems to be powerful to be captured even in dreams. Perhaps I am too much delving into the reality of this odd phenomenon. Well, it is never my fault, his memory insists on being remembered.
I started pouring water on the washing machine. I’m glad to use it for the first time. I bought it for only Php500 from a neighbor who evacuated last Saturday. I’m happy because I can now wash my 3-month old bed sheet full of dust. Pearly, my house mate woke up from the noise of the machine. It was an advantage; at least I can now open the television without any hesitation and watch Erap.
I remember watching him since he was ousted from being president and Jose Velarde case. Now, he is being watched my millions of Filipinos waiting for the verdict.
Anyway, he is not the reason of this article. I cooked our breakfast and my lunch. Pearly went home to Tagaytay and will come back tomorrow. I forgot to inform from the beginning of this article that today is our rest day.
After the laundry and lunch, I started playing games in the lap top. Then, I read again my essays. I edited some of it. I enjoyed reading and remembered what I felt when I wrote it. But, the most predominant essay I care about is about boredom. I remember telling that it is essential to be happy when there is a free time like I had today.
I am not bored. I feel comfortable in this apartment. I am just thinking a lot about my crush. Oh, am I behaving like a high school girl? Forgive me for that but I relish it.
Perhaps this afternoon, I will do the taebo exercise, iron my clothes, organize my things, and watch a movie by Tom Hanks or Brad Pitt in the laptop. I will sleep early and hope (crossing fingers) that for the 2nd time, I will dream of him again.
Now, sleeping becomes helpful. (winks;)
Joyce
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