LOVER
My castle crumbled overnight. As I took a tissue out of my pocket- viola. I bet I lost
myself in a daydream. The time won’t fly and I am paralyzed by it. I feel sick and
twisted by this setup every damn time.
“Hey, Riley! Are you listening?” she snapped her fingers in front of my pale face as if
she was talking to a barely not person, who was just dealing with me drastically.
This won’t work. I am going insane.
I purposely went to this cafeteria to have my leisure time but this so-called tacky friend
of mine can’t just shut her mouth and keeps on bugging my stingy patience left in me.
Still, I nod in response to her.
I hear the preacher say.
“Joe, do you take Lor for your lawful wife, to have and to hold, from this day forward,
for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, until death do you
part?”
I stood up behind her.
There’s the silence, there’s my last chance. I stood up with shaky hands, his eyes are
on me.
Can you see right through me? Are they seeing right through me?
“Yes…” I gasped for the thin air as my heart is pounding for blood but it keeps on giving
me weary eyes trying my eyelids to hold it on.
He whispered to my earlobe, “Remember this moment” He pecked a kiss on my lips
and then smiled.
Wondering how the crowds in the stands went wild as if we were the reigning king and
queen.
We were happy.
Finally.
cuckoo cuckoo cuckoo
I extend my arms as I reached my alarm clock beside my bed.
Am I having lucid dreams, again?
But then, an hour has passed. I rubbed my eyes and yawned. I felt a pang in my head
and severe pain through my veins.
It was all white. The room is filled with just me, a cup of water, and a bed where I am
lying.
I frowned at the thought of seeing a place.
Wait, I am at a cafeteria, with. With whom? Oh, no. I am with Joe, my husband. Right?
No, my friendThe voices implore, “Please wake up. I miss you so damn much, idiotic best friend of
mine” Someone sobbed awfully.
“Hush” someone hissed in a baritone voice.
And now, I am hearing voices?
Thereafter, I suddenly gained consciousness and realize I was at an infirmary. My eyes
darted to a figure of a person who was leaning beside my bed and dropped my eyes
from his hands to mine. To finally fathom that I am wearing--- a ring?
I touched his fingers and slightly push him enough to wake him up. Yet he is not
responding to my doing so I did touch his face as if it was about to be scrapped. Silly
me.
To you, I can admit that I was too soft for all of it.