Then in her dream, she saw her husband dreaming. She saw the ghost of her father-in-law warning her husband not to fall asleep while driving. She tried to wake him up but found out that she was calling her youngest child instead! "Enteng, Enteng, my baby!" He was on the narrow hospital bed, his eyes wide and wet with tears. He was wearing Johnny's shirt!
She woke up drenched in her own sweat on a narrow hospital bed, a woman with a copper rod looking at her while she beat the air with her wand continuously and vigorously, while mumbling what seemed like a litany- "You have holes all over your body! You are tattered like an old rag. You have a lanzones tree growing inside you and it is heavy with fruits as big as "chicos". Two years are all our Great Father is giving you".
She saw nuns in purple, praying and chanting. There were hands outstretched over her head, face and body. She could not breathe. She faded then woke up to the funeral of her brother she fondly called "Diko". She pinched herself to establish the reality and concreteness of the images around her. She wished she were dreaming as she bent to weep.
Two years after...
She woke up one morning just before her husband's "bulik" crowed. There were ants all over her headboard. Her pillows were peppered with this family of formicidae trying to organize themselves in a big parade.
"I told you, not where I sleep and eat! You are making me do this!" She got a big cotton swab of citronella oil and swept it over where the mattress and the headboard met. She tried to pull the bedsheet to discover the source of this great interest and commotion from these tiny and wingless swarm and as she tugged the linen....
--------------------a------sweet peanut------ butter----------- finger fell!!!!
She let out a scream that dated way back two years ago or two hours ago in her dream.
There was a kingfisher laughing out loud on a bamboo perch and a dog barking. The rush of the river was audible from her window. It was cold and the last of the January mornings. Today is Monday, January 31, 2011.
She woke up drenched in her own sweat on a narrow hospital bed, a woman with a copper rod looking at her while she beat the air with her wand continuously and vigorously, while mumbling what seemed like a litany- "You have holes all over your body! You are tattered like an old rag. You have a lanzones tree growing inside you and it is heavy with fruits as big as "chicos". Two years are all our Great Father is giving you".
She saw nuns in purple, praying and chanting. There were hands outstretched over her head, face and body. She could not breathe. She faded then woke up to the funeral of her brother she fondly called "Diko". She pinched herself to establish the reality and concreteness of the images around her. She wished she were dreaming as she bent to weep.
Two years after...
She woke up one morning just before her husband's "bulik" crowed. There were ants all over her headboard. Her pillows were peppered with this family of formicidae trying to organize themselves in a big parade.
"I told you, not where I sleep and eat! You are making me do this!" She got a big cotton swab of citronella oil and swept it over where the mattress and the headboard met. She tried to pull the bedsheet to discover the source of this great interest and commotion from these tiny and wingless swarm and as she tugged the linen....
--------------------a------sweet peanut------ butter----------- finger fell!!!!
She let out a scream that dated way back two years ago or two hours ago in her dream.
There was a kingfisher laughing out loud on a bamboo perch and a dog barking. The rush of the river was audible from her window. It was cold and the last of the January mornings. Today is Monday, January 31, 2011.
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