December – uhm, something

Jimin

            I hate winter season and I cannot stress that enough. It’s always cold and everyone seems to be so jolly about it. What about the homeless cats? Do they have anything to be jolly about? Right, wala. Also, ang sakit kaya sa balat. On the other hand, I love Christmas. Mostly dahil pwede naman akong humilata lang ng buong araw without even thinking about any schoolworks. Another reason na rin siguro is my oras akong mag-isa since palagi naman akong iniiwan sa penthouse ng nanay at tatay ko habang sila nagbabakasyon.

Now, I have a question for you.

           Picture yourself sitting comfortably in your favorite seat at the back of the classroom away from all the noise of the class. I mean, it’s a place where we could just sleep or – magmuni-muni kahit papaano. While your attention was wandering, may nakita kang notebook placed comfortably underneath the table. What would you do?

            New York, New York. “Why is it so cold today?”, naisip ko lang habang naka-tingin sa bintana at nagpapaikot ng ballpen. Ang lakas ng bagsak ng snow ngayon kaya kanina pa ko distracted since my seat is literally right beside the window tapos nasa pinaka-dulo pa ng room. Kanina pa nakatayo si Mrs. Perry sa harapan ng classroom pero wala naman akong naiintindihan sa mga tinuturo niya since I have my AirPods blasting song after song after song for like an hour now. Hindi na rin naman ako pinapansin ng prof namen. Siguro nahalata niya rin naman since naka-hood ako sa loob ng klase.

“ Singing radiohead at the top of our lungs

With the boom box blaring as we're falling in love

I got a bottle of whatever, but it's gettin' us drunk

Singing here's to never growing up “

            I took a deep breath then released the hot air towards the window bago ako nag-drawing ng heart. “Ugh, ang tagal naman matapos nito”, bulong ko sa sarili ko bago ako lumingon muli sa harap and that was when I saw the notebook underneath the desk.

          “May burarang nakaiwan nanaman ng notebook.”, yan yung una kong naisip pero immediately narealize ko na masyado yatang perfectly placed compared sa mga naiwanan ng hindi sadya. So, I went and reached for it.

“The Book of Dreams”

Banggit ko habang binabasa ung nakasulat sa pinakatuktok ng cover.

“What would you do?”

nakasulat naman sa bandang ibaba nito.

That question caught my attention and interest immediately. Hindi araw-araw may makikita kang ganito. So, I opened it. Written on the first page was:

You Opened it! Congrats!

               “Weird.”, banggit ko while deciding on whether I should return it on where it was two minutes ago and act like nothing happened or continue scrolling through the pages and fall for