Daydreams
October 13, 2009It was 2 p.m. Feeling so tired and sleepy, I decided to take a nap before I go to class. A minute or two after I closed my eyes, I realized that the neighborhood was unusually quiet. There was no loud talking or loud music, especially no hammer banging, wall drilling, or grinding steam cleaners. Perhaps most were already in their office or asleep.
Then, eyes still closed, I heard birds chirping. I hadn’t realized that there were also birds flying about in this area. Perhaps I have always equated this city with fast and noisy life. I enjoyed the sound of the chirping birds blending with the sound of a softly blowing wind. It was relaxing. There was no need to open my eyes or to fall asleep right ahead.
Then, at a distance, I heard the voices of children laughing. They were playing habulan, I supposed. There were shouts here and there, followed by giggles and simultaneous laughter. I visualized that they were all in good spirits, playing under the glorious sun.
Then, I could not tell anymore if I was awake or dreaming. But I know for sure, I missed home.
daydream - a pleasant visionary usually wishful creation of the imagination
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Mordsith, this post makes me want to go to my mom’s place and just hug her for bringing us into the world.
Posted by sheng at October 14, 2009, 8:50 amimagination–
that thing which often carry us to worlds that never were… but without it we go nowhere.
sometimes, it is in silence that we hear the most beautiful sounds.
Posted by kg at October 14, 2009, 6:31 am