first attempt on fiction
2:09 AM
It’s a
sunny day today as light come through my windows and reflect right at my face.
I need some more sleep I thought. The birds are chirping and the cat sitting at
my window is staring at me as if trying to make me feel guilty for sleeping in
on a beautiful morning. I don't know about others but I like sleeping in
moreover on a beautiful morning like today’s morning. So peaceful. So relaxing.
I toss to the right and it felt like he’s right there besides me. I close my
eyes and it felt like there he is staring at me. I sang my favorite song and it
felt like he’s there singing along. How i wish he’s really here with me right
now. How I wish he knows how much I am wishing for him right now. How i wish he’s
wishing for me too.
It was
way past midnight when he text me
Hey are you sleeping?
No, why?
Can i call you for a while? I want to wish you goodnight.
I’m not sure, Ian. Can’t you just text me that?
I want to hear your voice.
Hm. Okay then.
I put my
phone down on my bed and went straight to my clothes rack. I picked my best
shirt and searched through the whole two box of my clothes for my comfy night
shorts. There are not much clothes really. I think it was last year when i
decided to do a spring cleaning which left me a clothes rack of dresses and
shirts that I only wear outside of the house and two boxes of home clothes –
one and a half to be exact. I changed into the shirt and the shorts i picked
when suddenly my phone rang. That must be Ian I thought. I brushed my hair a
bit and went straight to pick up my phone. I have this weird habit to dress
properly whenever I have a phone call with Ian. Especially if it’s at night
time. I don’t really know why either.
“hey
there.” Said Ian. I can already picture his smile. “oh hey.” I always felt like
I’m dreaming whenever we have a phone call. It felt unreal. It felt like those
dreams you never want to wake up from. It felt right even when you know it’s
wrong. “What were you doing just now? About to sleep?” asked Ian. “Yeah, I was
just laying down playing with my phone.” I said leisurely while laying down on
the bed. “What were you doing? Leftover homework?” I asked. He laughed – the you know me so well laugh, and said,
“Yeah but now I’m about to sleep and that’s why I thought of calling you.” “Oh
okay.” “Are you laying down right now? On your bed?” Asked Ian suddenly. “Oh
yeah, I am. Why?” I asked back curiously. “Nothing. Are you facing your right
side?” he asked. I wonder why he asks all the time when he already knows the
answer. “Like you don’t know.” I said and now we both laughed that you know me so well laugh. Then i heard
a bit of a movement from the other side of the line when he said, “Alright, now
it’s perfect.” I reached my left hand out and place it there on my right side’s
pillow. I look straight ahead as if he’s right there besides me staring at me.
It’s weird. There’s a feeling like as if he was doing the same thing too. He
was.
“Are you
sleepy?” asked Ian. “yeah, kinda. But I’m not sure if I can sleep tonight. My
sister is not here with me tonight so yeah.” I answered anxiously. Last year, I
kept having these nightmares and once it kept me up for three days. Ian is the
only who knows that. These days, I’m recovering from it as it happens only once
in a while but the traumatic feeling sometimes still kept me up whenever I’m
sleeping alone. Ever since, I can never sleep alone. Maybe after staring at one
place for three hours or counting sheep but never peacefully. “Do you want me
to keep you company again tonight?” he carefully asked. “Until I fell asleep?”
I cowardly asked. He laughed and said, “Yes, of course. If that’s what will
make you fall asleep.” I smiled. He always know the right words and the right
time to say. If only everyone knows this side of him. Or maybe I like it more
now, the fact that only I know this side of him. Only me. “Can you sing me a
song? Maybe that way I’ll fall asleep faster.” I said. He laughed again and
said, “Sure, Diana. What song do you want to hear?” “I don’t know. How about you
just sing whatever you like, I like that way better.” I answered. “Oh Okay.
Give me a minute,” He said.
I close
my eyes and I can hear my heart beating fast. I’m always nervous when I don’t
know what song he’ll choose to sing for me. He cleared his throat, took a deep
breath and sang.
“You tell all the boys no. Makes
you feel good, yeah.”
“I know you’re out of my league.
But that won’t scare me away, oh no.”
“You’ve carried on so long, you
couldn’t stop if you tried it.”
“You’ve built your wall so high,
that no one could climb it. But I’m gonna try,”
“Would you let me, see beneath
your beautiful. Would you let me, see beneath your perfect.”
“Take it off now girl. Take it
off now girl. I want to see inside.”
“Would you let me, see beneath
your beautiful tonight.”
I
smiled. He was sincere. I can feel it. He doesn’t only love my perfect picture.
He’s ready to know my ugly side and I love that. That he wants to love my flaws
as well. That the fact he’s not scared but prepared. with that song he sang as my lullaby, i fell asleep safe and sound. It was only about 10
minutes of a phone call and yet it was the best 10 minutes i ever spent.
I was still daydreaming and going through down my memory lane when suddenly, "Diana, hurry and come downstairs! Somebody's here for you!", shouted Eric. he sounded pretty annoyed. he must have called me earlier a few times before I was awake. "oh okay okay, in a minute!" so much for a peaceful morning. why is it so hard for me to get a peaceful morning these days? oh well, that must be Anna i thought. Anna is my best friend who I won't call her my best friend. just because we both hate that term. I guess for us, it's just enough to know that we're each other's close friend who can show up in front of each other's house anytime we like. but that's weird, usually she would just come in by herself. with that thought in mind, I hurriedly go downstairs in my night wear without even brushing my teeth nor washing my face and as I come to the entrance, one thing is for sure.
that's not Anna.
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