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Friday, April 15, 2011
Thursday, April 14, 2011
DAY DREAMING
Day Dreaming by insane chemist
The sound of a drill bellowing two floors down, the cool morning breeze caressing my barely awake face, the sunlight – sweet sunlight, against her creamy, pale cheeks, gave me a sense of ease – of comfort.
I watched as her hair fell down her perfectly slender back. I sat there in awe of the goddess seated right in front of me – facing the same board as I was, listening to the same math teacher’s voice as I was.
I felt as if we were connected – related by the minute sameness of the things going on in her moment and in mine.
The drill gave a burst of shrieks; it must have broken down. The class went into a flurry of chit chatters and she turned to me and smiled; a smile unsurpassable in beauty. She beckoned me to lean forward. I did so without hesitation. She asked if I had gotten the hang of translating equations. I said I’ve mastered it last night.
“So you did study.” She said with that smile on her face which seemed to melt away every bad thing in sight. “I studied only because you made me.” I said while smiling the brightest smile I could have mustered. She giggled and a pink blush appeared across her nose.
She didn’t say anything after that, nor did I. We just sort of stared at each other. Smiling.
The teacher saw me drawn too far from my seat. He shot me an accusing look. I jerked back to my seat mechanically; as if that wasn’t the first time I’ve been caught doing that.
She looked at me for the last time and she winked. I returned the gesture biting my lower lip. She almost laughed out loud. I drowned myself in her giggles and laughter.
But the laughter became louder and louder and I felt someone poking me.
I almost jumped out of my seat. I woke up and everyone was giggling and pointing at me. “Sleeping again Mr. Credo?” My Math teacher gave me a stern look.
The bell rang – saved by the bell. Everyone left, including her; my goddess, my soul mate. She left as if not even knowing I existed.
A mental note to self: The mind plays the cruelest tricks in Math class.
The sound of a drill bellowing two floors down, the cool morning breeze caressing my barely awake face, the sunlight – sweet sunlight, against her creamy, pale cheeks, gave me a sense of ease – of comfort.
I watched as her hair fell down her perfectly slender back. I sat there in awe of the goddess seated right in front of me – facing the same board as I was, listening to the same math teacher’s voice as I was.
I felt as if we were connected – related by the minute sameness of the things going on in her moment and in mine.
The drill gave a burst of shrieks; it must have broken down. The class went into a flurry of chit chatters and she turned to me and smiled; a smile unsurpassable in beauty. She beckoned me to lean forward. I did so without hesitation. She asked if I had gotten the hang of translating equations. I said I’ve mastered it last night.
“So you did study.” She said with that smile on her face which seemed to melt away every bad thing in sight. “I studied only because you made me.” I said while smiling the brightest smile I could have mustered. She giggled and a pink blush appeared across her nose.
She didn’t say anything after that, nor did I. We just sort of stared at each other. Smiling.
The teacher saw me drawn too far from my seat. He shot me an accusing look. I jerked back to my seat mechanically; as if that wasn’t the first time I’ve been caught doing that.
She looked at me for the last time and she winked. I returned the gesture biting my lower lip. She almost laughed out loud. I drowned myself in her giggles and laughter.
But the laughter became louder and louder and I felt someone poking me.
I almost jumped out of my seat. I woke up and everyone was giggling and pointing at me. “Sleeping again Mr. Credo?” My Math teacher gave me a stern look.
The bell rang – saved by the bell. Everyone left, including her; my goddess, my soul mate. She left as if not even knowing I existed.
A mental note to self: The mind plays the cruelest tricks in Math class.
MOTIONS...
I motioned to him. Every bit of me wanted to kill him on the spot – just strangle him in front of all those people, showing them how human he was. But there was this one tiny bit of me who wanted to hold him close; tight in a warm embrace. That little bit won. As it has always had, it won over my better judgment.
I motioned to him. He turned and our eyes met. His eyes gleamed, mine did the exact same, cliché, thing. And as distance shortened I was sure I could feel his heart beating as fast as mine. He was a whiff away and his smell that brought a rush of memories and familiarity engulfed me in sudden ecstasy. How long has it been? The thought prevailed. A month, I reckoned. These thoughts circled my mind.
I motioned to him. It was a month since I left him. Or was it he who left me? No, yes, it was him. He left me right in the middle of our fist year anniversary dinner. Yes. I cooked up a storm for our special day. But he left me – he left with such fleeting words. I don’t think I can go on knowing I can’t love you as much as you love me. He said these words with such intensity that almost brought me to thinking that this was all sincere and not just another cliché break-up line. It was; a month later I found out from my friend’s cousin’s friend that he had been seeing a college professor for over 5 months – behind my back and behind that poor teacher’s wife and two kids. Fucked up. What a fucked up guy.
I motioned to him. He then motioned to me. His hair flipped in response to the sudden breeze that swept the hall – another very cliché detail. He reached to take me into his arms and I suddenly jerk back.
I motioned to him, right hand raised high. I motioned, boy did I motion. Right on his left cheek – I motioned. I left him a token of my appreciation. I guess that time I won.
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