Caught Up in Daydreams

Sitting on an unbelievably comfortable couch with a cup of coffee on my hand, thoughts of you suddenly crossed my mind. I sat there a little longer with my eyes fixed on the pantry doors. In a snap, it felt like the last quarter of 2009 all over again. It's like I'm anticipating you'll walk in any minute, sit beside me, then share your stories of how boring your day is/was/will be.

I had my entirety enveloped in that thought when the doors moved, and someone busted in. That unfamiliar person walked in with a face that is unbelievably cheery considering the fact that it's 3 in the afternoon. No one's supposed to be that alive during that dead hour of the day! I knew right then and there it's not you. It could never be you. You have this aura of ease, lax, and lethargy beaming all over you and it affects me somehow. He didn't have the same thing, I've never found someone else who does. So I stood up but I still had my eyes fixed on that stranger who dared to walk his way in my daydreams of you. It felt as though he invalidated your existence, like he's a giant hand trying to slap me with the reality that you're no longer around.

Hurriedly, I took off and brisk-walked my way back to my cubicle. Immediately, I opened my computer's monitor with the hopes of finding your name on my YM's list. Instead, I got more than what I hoped for. An instant-message, with the phrase I've been wanting to hear.




Then on, I knew I cannot be satisfied nor bothered by any more daydreams. One, two, ten, hundreds, or even thousands of people can try to get in the way of those daydreams but I could never care less. Reality's better anyway. :)

Believing dreams do come true,