Toyjunk-The Dolphin

    I am back in enchanted kingdom after 8 years. I look at the spaceshuttle ride. I daring fact cooks in my mind.

    I told myself before the ride that I could do it. Psyching myself was easy. I was confident of my safetiness on the ride. I sat with preciseness on the seat. I readied myself as other people rode. I looked at my side and at my front. I marveled with the jubilation of the other riders. The bar of security was placed. I took a deep breath as it started to move. The fast motion made a gushing wind that hit my skin. My hair seemed to rise because of excitement. The 360 degrees turns pushed my adrenalin which I couldn’t explain. I was shouting on top of my lungs. The feelings was overwhelming. I was in a motion of oblivion. I couldn’t explain what ruled me in the experience. When the ride was over, I was asking for more. I tapped my breast. I was proud of the feat. I was brave. Only a few can do such.

    The spaceshuttle ride is still on my mind. My last experience riding it is too exciting to forget. Now that I am back. I remember the fun. I remember the ride. Unfortunately, I can only now recall. After my stroke, It was impossible to do it again. Doing it is a life-jeopardizing move. I don’t have regrets that I can’t do it anymore. I am happy that I am back. I am already happy hearing the shouts, the giggles and the laughters of my students.That is enough. I can just imagine doing the ride again.

    Don’t feel sorry.Don’t think that I will not try my daringness again. I am trying to put all my courage in my heart. I will be riding the ferris wheel. I hope I can do it. I can with God’s help. ( I made the ferris wheel ride. I am simply contented. I can’t ask for more.)

     "He was watching me."

      Fear ruled me as I saw a figure at the foot of my bed. A man of mesomorphic body structure was sternly looking at me. His eyes seemed fiery. I shivered with fright. I closed my eyes, thinking the sight would vanish in a wink of an eye. I was wrong. But the second sight which I stealthily did, the image became clearer. I held my blanket. I put it over my face. I was perspiring. I was afraid but I tried not to make a sound. I did not want to wake up my mother. Under the sheet, I closed my eyes again. I was praying. I just uttered the name of Jesus, repeatedly.

      I tried to regain my courage. I slowly peeped through the blanket. I again saw the man.His eyes seemed glaring. I couldn’t conatined the fright anymore. I shouted. It was so loud that minutes later, I hear my brother’s foorsteps running downstairs.

    In a flash, the figure vanished when my brother enetered my room. I was gasping with breath. I couldn’t believe the experience. I saw a man that was really not there. I appeased myself. I told my brother that it was nothing.

    He left me. Though I was still shaking, I pacified myself. I thought of the image. I recalled the horror. I recalled the way he looked at me. I couldn’t explain the heaviness that I felt. My emotions were incontrollable.I gave in. Tears wet my pillows. I reflected on the incident. I thought of the dead people of my life. I was so sorry that I once in a while forget them. I remembered, Tatay.

    I asked for his forgiveness.

     I would not know if that was a hallucination or a product of the confusions and complexities that juggle my life nowadays. It would not matter anymore. The important thing was the reminder of some important things and persons I have forgotten. It was too frightening that now I will never forget. No, not again. He doesn’t have to watch over me. He is always in my mind. He is always with me.   My heart throbs with him.