It was really late, 2am I think. The person standing beside me looked at me from head to toe and toe to head, and back to the toe for a few shameless times. It was really quiet and I think I may have the ability to read minds. He was confused with who I was what kind of person I could possibly be: a young prostitute in Nike shorts, a drunkard who got lost looking for any sign of light any sign of heartbeat, a hobo’s daughter, a school principle’s daughter, a warden’s daughter, an alien’s daughter, an alien, a past, a future girlfriend, a past girlfriend… I wish I could tell him who I was, not that I was going to reveal the truth I merely hoped to make him believe in something.
Sometimes when I lie on my bed sleepless I try to detect all the footsteps coming towards my direction, I believe I could tell who this frequency who this force belong to, and then I’ll act accordingly as they come into my room. I’d hang my head off the bed if my dad comes visit, and sleep neatly with my hands tucked under the pillow if my mom. I was trying to detect his bike coming up my hill. I’ve only seen it once I don’t think I remembered how loud the engine is how much friction it makes with the ground for a brake. Hell I don’t even think I remembered the color of the bike. I approached the edge of the pavement little by little, sensed glares shooting from that person standing beside me, who was simply thinking what the hell are you doing here at this moment.
William: So what were you doing there?
Alex: What do you mean? I’m making this story up.
William: oh.. what did you do last night though?
Alex: Safely and soundly asleep.
William: With your hands tucked in?
Alex: I wouldn’t know. I was sleeping.
He and his bike came pretty quickly. By then the person standing beside me had hailed a cab and slowly getting into the car. I looked at that person before he entered and he looked back at me. Things get peculiar late night, I had no shame and I didn’t expect that person to have any. I was simply staring at a person’s figure, maneuver. And then I just forgot about him. I put on the helmet and rode on the bike. I wrapped my hands around his waist and pressed my nose onto his back. I wished for the best that the wind would be nice to me.
William: I’ve never been on a motorbike.
Alex: Which is why this story isn’t about you.
We went up the mountain down into the sea into the fast food restaurants deep into our tummy. We stayed silent we listened to the wind. I imagined myself flying grasping his wings, and then my imagination sorted its own logic out we started falling. He got lost but I didn’t. He went in circles but my nose is still on his back.
A few nights ago I had a dream that a woman in a classy red gown was trying to murder me. I told him about it he ran into a rose bush. We both got hurt but at least the roses died. I told him he might be the most romantic person I’ve ever seen and he put a dead rose in my hair. Then rain started to fall and so did we, again and again we fell, again and again I refused to get up.
When he sent me back home I was already dancing. Frolicking my way to the gate, knocking on my sweet glass door, looking back whether he checked if there will be anyone on the other side of my door. He was already gone and nobody answered the door.
