Then, it's just another Silly - Chilly Morning

It's 4:30 in the morning. I force my self to get up for once again I have to travel the route which have already been part of my daily journey. Whew! Sometimes, it’s just too much to travel an hour and a half, covering 40 kms, before I get to log-in in our office. But I have no choice: I have to work to live like a man. And it’s better this way coz I couldn’t imagine myself doing nothing, albeit I could do that if I will. I rather die scraping my bones in the office rather than gaping idly beneath a guava tree.  If things have to be at the proper place, so are job and rest for me.

Then, I get up.

I check my phone to see if I have messages. I get one text message, from a charming lady who I used to call gorgeous. In strictest standard, she is neither gorgeous nor doodle-looking, she just in the periphery of both. Tamang-tama lang ang timpla kung baga.. But anyway, I still call her gorgeous. (Aren’t all women gorgeous after all?) Yeah, I call her that, for the sole reason that she is my friend. Ain’t it just?

Then, I open her message.

I read her message which says, “How are you Pashkin?” I reply, press send message and press again until apparently I realize my pre-paid SIM, which have been servicing me and my colleagues of non-sensible chain messages and green jokes, is not very helpful. Then on the screen of my laid-back, atavistic phone, the words, “Check operator services!” appear. Hmmm…that’s just a “SMART” way of telling your basin has gone dry. Communication companies nowadays have a queer way of responding to your request. Anyway, to cut the story short, I fail to respond to her text. But in case you are reading this prosaic (a foolish prosaic if there is such), I just want you to know that I am fine. I am fine even if you have been acting like a big snub for quite awhile.

Then, I go to the john.

I brush my teeth, then my tongue followed by my palate, my lips, my nose, my checks, my beard, my brows, my eyes, my adam’s apple, my neck, my collar bone , and way down under - all done in my imagination. And of course, I only brush my teeth and it will be foolish of me to not know the proper use of a “toothbrush.”  

Then, I go to the bathroom.

I touch the water. The water touches me. We touch. I, man; she, woman. I become wet. She is wet all along. She skims me. I feel her. She’s jealous. She doesn’t want anything on my skin, not even soap. She washes everything. She licks everything. Then she becomes cold. I too become cold. I dismiss her. She dismisses me. We dismiss each other. We part, without saying anything. I embrace the towel and look back to her. She is gone, lost, forgotten.

Then, I go out of the bathroom, thinking how silly human mind can be.

Ahhh...