Breathing (A Fragmented Tale)

from nothingness came existence

a brief period of tranquil, then chaos

pitter..patter..pitter..patter came the rain

it slid down rooftops, onto the ground, turning into mud

mud that clung to her shoes on that uneventful day

by uneventful we mean the usual, monotonous grind of an existence going nowhere

a crack of thunder welcomed our heroine to a dull friday morning

we didn't say heroine to imply that she is somebody who saves people's lives by means of extraordinary deeds

we are merely indicating that she is the focal point of this tale

she can't even keep her own life in an organized pattern

so, on with the show:

she got up from bed, but not immediately after waking

she got up 45 minutes after the said thunder interrupted her sleep and her pleasant dream

in the dream she was sitting in the midst of a tulip field, with a windmill on the background and cows grazing nearby

she was having a picnic all by herself, reading an interesting book while sipping hot coffee

it was a ridiculous dream but she hoped it had gone on and on, because who knows, it might have been better if it were longer

but enough of that dream..

her mother had yelled herself hoarse during that 45 minutes that she had been lying awake in bed, thinking about ridiculous dreams

it's time for her to get up

15 minutes to eight

by 9 she was dressed for school and ready to leave

but her class begins at half past eight, so by the time she gets to school it would be almost over 

she thought about the future

will she always be late for everything? 

what if she wasn't there yet when the important things in her life are actually happening? 

what if she missed out on all the things that she was supposed to experience? 

mud clung to her shoes, but she didn't care

she began to run

she needs to get somewhere..fast

anywhere but the place where she's in right now

she needs to get there, or they'll leave

everyone will go away and she will be left nursing a ridiculous dream 

so she ran and ran and ran..

then lights flashed and tires screeched and she cannot run anymore

mud clung to her body

five kilometers away the statistics professor was calling her name from his class record

she is always late for the important things..

maybe next time she''ll be there to deliver her report about analysis of variance

she is a little silly, but she's got a lot going on in her little head

and now she is slipping from existence to nothingness..

from chaos to a lasting tranquil

and pitter..patter..pitter..patter went the rain.

By: Lelel

(c) 2002