Dark Horse Arts and Sciences

A flood of emotions fluttered through her transfixing eyes as she saw me through the eyes of that jellyfish in that bluish autumn night dream. Her wings stirred the surrounding water, causing a ripple of waves that after some time reached me. She was trying to converse with me in some encoded form through those water waves. But with my miniature unintelligent mind, I couldn’t fathom anything she was trying to convey. 

Then suddenly, some water drops splashed on my face. Opening my eyes, I saw Ayumi spattering drops of water from a glass on my face as I had passed out into a deep state of slumber under the full moon, Beethoven still playing on my headphone. For a few seconds, I was left confused whether this is real or the continuation of that strange yet utterly beautiful dream I have just had. Sometimes, the thin line existing between reality and unreality gets so blurred that even one with a sane mind wouldn’t be able to distinguish between them. Exactly the same occurred to me at that very moment when Ayumi splashed those drops of water on me. This bore so much resemblance to the dream I was having that it had me bewildered to an extreme level of astonishment. 

Then she slowly approached me and kissed me on my forehead, playing through my scattered hair a bit. Her fingers had in them a magic touch, a touch so smooth that it relaxed me and calmed my post-dream disturbed mind. 

Then I took her little cute fingers in my hand and started kissing them slowly and soothingly, observing them, examining those soft, pulpy fingers that often caressed me and made me calmer and more composed. 

It was around 7:20 AM. The sun was out, glowing with its blazing rays of morning sunshine. I missed the sunrise, though. Seldom had I ever witnessed the sunrise, as I was not a morning person at all. I hated to wake up so early. I mean, what’s the point of it anyway? To wake up, and do the same things over and over again. 

So, Ayumi brewed some hot Nescafé, which both of us sipped for almost 15 odd minutes. We didn’t utter a single word during that period. Maybe I wanted her to begin the explanation that I needed to hear regarding the previous night, but she didn’t speak a word about it, as if her memory of the previous had completely vanished from her memory palace. So, I didn’t ask her anything about that. Maybe something awful had happened, and she wasn’t yet ready to talk about it to me. Maybe she was confused whether she should share it with me or not. Whatever, I didn’t ask her anything. 

But as her beloved boyfriend, perhaps I had the right to know what exactly had occurred last night, so much so that she had to shift to my house in the dead of a cold autumn night. It must have been something serious. 

However, she just sat there reading the morning newspaper and having another sip of coffee. She seemed utterly calm and collective, as if there was nothing to worry in this world. Her face was absolutely devoid of any emotion or expression that would make the observer surmise about her situation. Maybe she was good at hiding emotions beneath that pretty face. So, I went through my regular workings and prepared some breakfast. I also had to leave for school early. I was a sports teacher at a high school near my house. So, I must eat a good breakfast, or else I would run out of energy during those hard training sessions. And if the teacher himself was half-down, how could he train those stupid teenagers who didn’t have the slightest interest in training? The problem with some teenagers was they wanted to have a physique like athletes, but they were too lazy to work upon it. So, someone must be there, pushing them to their limits. 

So, it was around 8 AM. And I had to leave for school. Ayumi was still there, reading that bulletin. I wondered what was taking her so long to finish a boring newspaper. I bid her goodbye with a kiss on her forehead, but again, not a single word emerged from her lips, leaving me more bewildered and annoyed. Furthermore, I waited there for some seconds for a response from her, but what I got was a loud silence, devoid of any words or expressions, a silence that you can actually hear.