a daylight dream

You put your head on the soft pillow, face sullen and pale, hair stiff and coarse. The room is humid and stale, its air filled with old fragrances that have lived seasons after seasons, till it had lost sense of time, something an old lady would lament about. The curtains are drawn but I know, that with just a swish, the room may come to life. So, I leave your head on the pillow, gracefully gravitated with misery and hopelessness, and I stand up, taking swift steps towards the window. As my fingers grasp the curtains, my arm moves to the side and the sight of a full-bellied moon greets our eyes. It is mildly coloured like a diamond, its light is subtle yet overflowing. And though it's dark at night, the room somehow gets illuminated by the moonlight's presence. It's enough. It's more than we could ever ask for. Your head tilts to the right and eyes gaze lovingly towards the moon. I look at you and wonder how much you still need to know about our world. ...

Instead of a thumping heart in your chest, there is a dear symphony of calmed quivers. Your heart is the only sound I can hear on a chilly January morning, and it's soft and slow, like a muffled dawn chorus, trilling in the background. I put my ears against your chest, magnetised by this beautiful and heavenly sound. I am gravitated towards it as my eyes force open, whilst it’s still dark and quiet. For your heart is perhaps a sanctuary of ideals, grace and support. It is a home of peace, discipline and righteousness. It is my favourite place in the entire world, to get closer to it, to even get touched by its simplicity. I close my eyes while I listen to your steady breathing, a sign of a beautiful life embodied in you. The colours sneak into the room and I smile. I lift my head to see your face, your peaceful features visible and true. And though in minutes we should be up and awake, I lay beside you, projecting myself into every single second in vivid presence, grat...

Maybe I’ve tried my best to look composed and calm, making sure I was prepared for all questions with definite answers. Maybe I’ve avoided being silent in fear that I’d lose myself in a vulnerable smile that exposes my heart so trustfully and willingly. Maybe I’ve pretended to be confident and structured, just to show you what I’m striving for— the perfection I’m willing to achieve. Yet, you smile. Only that. Your eyes dance with a hope that speaks so much and I can’t help but understand it. You show me how unsure you are about certain things, show me your unanswered questions and unwritten dreams through words you utter so gracefully. Gently, you lay out the lost puzzle pieces of your visions, hoping that I’d intertwine mine with them. With the nods of my head, you can already tell how close we are in our dreams, though far in worldly dimensions. You smile even more deeply, captivating every part of me, each time we grow in touch. And somewhere in between, I become myself...