I was awakened by the ringing of my cellphone.
Me: Hello?! who could be calling me in the middle of the night?
Sam: Hi RD! How are you?
Me: Oh please. It’s 1 am. I’m fine. Why you called?
Sam: Nothing. Just wanted to ask you about something. When would you go home to Leyte?
Me: So that’s it? You woke me up in the middle of my sleep just to ask me that question? This wednesday night. How about you?
Sam: Maybe this wednesday too!
Me: Want to go together? (A wide smile is lighting my face)
The line was cut. I was not able to hear her answer. I checked my phone. There was no call received. It was just a dream.
It’s 1:43 am. I went back to sleep smiling.
This morning, I kept thinking how I ended up dreaming of Sam calling me in the middle of the night. They say dreams are rooted to some ignored yet significant part of the subconscious.
So, was I secretly wanting it to happen? Nah.
Maybe it was just because of the post I read from Zezil that gave me laughs.
Or maybe I really longed for that call?
One thing’s for sure: I’m dreaming. Of her. Again. -_-
It’s one of those dreams that I never forget. Vivid and alive.