Wednesday, November 26, 2014

The Dreamer part 1

I walked down the street. It was chilly that night. The sound of breeze and the sound of crickets singing only made me feel lonelier.
 She left me. After 4 years of being together, I still kept thinking about her. 
In every way I can. 

The movie she loves so much. The path we had walked together. That cheese cake she always love to eat and never failed getting it from me whenever we were going out. 
I did not even feel the burden spending my money on her because what matter the most that time was her happiness.  She’s a sleepy head. Really a heavy sleepy head and I find that fascinating for someone who had slept early in the night but still managed to sleep whenever she got into the car with me. The painful memories keep coming in every steps I took to forget all of it. 

After the long walk, I arrived at home on 11:43. I locked the door, threw my sweatshirt on the bed and change into something much more comfortable I guess. I went online but nothing was there. Nothing catch my breath anymore.  After thirty minutes of walking around the neighborhood I can finally sleep after making myself tired.
 I can’t simply sleep like a normal person anymore, well , most of the time. 

I closed my eyes there she sat. On the old wooden green bench she used to wait for me. The sun was giving all it sunlight to her while she was smiling looking a boy playing kite about thirty meters in front of her. She’s holding a plastic bag which was full of – I don’t know, I guess it was her favorite French brioche this time. It must be chocolate. She loves it. She always chose that filling. Her soft brown t-shirt makes her hair looks astonishing. Her black jeans look good today. She can’t wear other than that color. Because that is the only jeans she has. “I don’t like other jeans. I like this one. It makes me look good. ” I just nodded hearing that. She always looks good to me. Even when she was whining about why people keep throwing thrash outside the car’s window or when she was mad when no one is listening to her. I was there literally was listening to her. Woman can be weird sometime. But her kind of weird that I miss the most. The vision fades away little by little. But still, she’s not letting me go again that night.


“There is no such thing as ghost, Anna.”

“But I really saw it. It walked down towards our house and just passed it. It looked down all the time without watching around. ” Anna started to make the unwanted face of seeing something no one would even want to encounter it.

“Okay. Details.” Sara starts to make coffee for her. She pour the boiling water into the blue mug and stirs it slowly.

“errr black?”

“What kind of details is that?”

“Well, I was scared enough, I can’t even think anything at that moment.” Anna takes the mug from her and drink a sip of it. Caffeine is such a bless.



“Walking slowly like someone just came back from the grave?”

“Yes, and I’m not sure about the grave?” She smirked.

“He’s not a ghost.”

“You know him?”

“Yeah.He’s the guy that lives in Webbers families used to live at the end of the road.”

“But what was he doing? Walking alone without looking up and it was not even weekend. Not to mention with his way of walking. I almost thought someone is gonna die because he seems like planning to kill someone.”

“He just moves here. No one really catch a glimpse on him on daylight.” She lifted her hand pointing out towards her window showing the direction where he lives.

“Wow. To think it back again, the way he moved, it looks like -  ”  Anna had already stand up from the chair and walking through the kitchen bar so she can see much more closer on where Sara hand is pointing to.

“- he looks like he is hanging on but hanging on to nothing. Right ?”

“I guess so.”

“He did that every night. ”

“I wonder what happen to him.” She looked outside the window and hold her mug thinking what kind of man living alone in this area an no one ever see his face.

“So, you still want a supper?” Sara smiled and starts walking towards her fridge taking out some leftover bread from dinner. Anna is sure hungry and she knew she had to make sandwich for her.

“Yeah, sure. It’s already  1 am and I still didn’t eat a bite of food. Working 12 hour shift really makes you going on an automatically.” She laughed and sit back on that cozy chair behind the black shining desk.


“It’s time.”
 He woke up and checked his phone for any phone calls or text but nothing displayed on the screen. Only the clock and weather updates for today. He stand up and make his way to the bathroom. 
Doing the same routine every day really makes him move steadily without needing to hesitate on his action for what he must do next. 
He walked towards the front door and held the door knob. Suddenly he stopped for a while.  ‘We can do it today.’

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