Every Man's Desire IV: The Unconscious.He didn't mind. He had a plan already set. I pressed the elevator button, but it was still up on the topmost floor, and there was a man with a trolley with boxes behind us. We took the stairs instead.
"Come on, let's take the stairs," he said to me, still with excitement written all over his face. He took me by the hand, and we went up, floor after floor. Up the third, I was running out of breath.
"Are you okay?" he asked. Of course I was. I guess it was the excitement of it all, not to mention the seemingly unending flight to the top that had me gasping for air. A couple of deep breaths and a few cold sips from the nearby fountain later, we were running again, though this time, slower. He said he didn't want me to tire out even before getting there.
Finally we got to the top. All it really was was just a red-tiled open area for all sorts of events. But somehow, it seemed different--more lovely than it really is. A few hours ago, it was raining quite hard, but the sky is clear now, with the sun about to set, and it was mildly cold. It was quiet, too. Besides a few cars' horns from afar, nothing much can be heard.
All this--the setting, the ambiance--it's all too cliched, but frankly, it left me smiling.
And his plan went on as intended; there were no other people there. From that moment on, I almost had the feeling that he's planning on doing something. It didn't feel right, but it didn't feel wrong either.
He walked towards the roof deck's corner nearest the door, then turned around. He called and asked me to come.
"This place is beautiful. How come I've never seen this place before?" I asked.
"It's because you don't look around. Beautiful things don't just come to you, you'd have to keep your eyes open for them."
And with those words, I fell silent. What have I been doing all this time? Have I really been that insensitive?
Once again, he held my hand. He held me close, I didn't even try to stop him. His eyes were set dead-straight into mine--it's beginning to be all too familiar. And his lips, just a few inches away, I'm finding myself drawn to it, to him. Then, suddenly he speaks.
"Wake up."
Wake up? I don't want to. My life as is has been a boring one. I wanted this to happen, this movie-cut moment.
But no.
I woke up to the sound of my cellphone's alarm, it's 8:05am. My laptop's still on.
"I think it's best we don't see each other. At least not for now," were the last words in the messenger window. The last message came in at 3am earlier.
It was just a dream, after all.
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