9:34 PM, Story That Hits Reality.
Tuesday, June 23, 2009
Watching the world rise steadily up at six in the morning could be nice.
People would sneeze and cough ungraciously at horrifying noise levels.
Spoons would be stirred in mugs at amazing speed, so much so that you can hear the clicking sound two levels down.
Pots and pans- they clatter.
Then the first touch of morning light would break slowly from the cracks in the sky and it will shine down on solid grounds and through dirty windows.
And while everybody rose to go to work or school, two beautiful souls stirred in the playground, desperate to catch on some sleep while they could.
Their position was hilarious to the eye.
Z was visibly fast asleep and all curled up, palms to the face, knees to the chest.
Her breathing was steady and calm, with occasional sudden twitches.
More like spasms.
M was slowly nodding away, uncomfortable but too tired to bother.
People walked past and stared with undisguised amusement or probably even disgust, but the two souls were too knackered to bother.
Then Z stirred, and M tutted.
Silence was all that lingered after that.
An hour passed and by now, M is fully awake.
A smothered snort came suddenly from Z, the still sleeping soul.
M looked down at Z and covered her mouth, trying to suppress laughter.
Oh, there it is again, that snort!
M bent sideways, trying hard not to burst out laughing.
Then suddenly, a long snore came out of Z's mouth.
A group of kids came by and laughed at Z.
Mothers eyed them suspiciously.
They probably wondered if M and Z had no home to go to.
M held her laughter and covered her face with her hand, bending as low as she could.
But she forgot to cover Z's face.
And Z just snored louder and louder, longer and longer.
Another hour passed, and Z finally stirred from sleep.
Z smiled up at M, but M was already laughing uncontrollably.
M told Z about her snores, what an attraction it was to kids.
They both laughed, but Z's face was gradually clouding in embarrassment.
"Then why you never wake me? Then you never cover my face?"
And all M could do was laugh and laugh and laugh.
Z gave up asking, and they both fell on each other with laughter and tickles running in circles.
It got violent and when the rain finally trickled down their cheeks, they stood up, bruises on their arms and faces.
They walked away, hand in hand,
thinking what a nice way that was, to spend quality time together. (:
Z and M?
