I woke up this morning with a pinch of energy to kick-start a gloomy day with a gloomy weather. I enjoyed the art of brewing a native davao coffee and had a cup of it's bitterness. My black cat, Foktillus, sat on my lap and stared at my face. I didn't mind him. My eyes wandered by the sight of a not-so-lush surrounding. I love to sit by the veranda and observe the coming and going of birds, the sight of my black dog wrestling with the white husky, and sigh by the sway of the greens around. But things were different. This view in front of me used to be so green, i thought. How long was i gone? i was here yesterday, wasn't i? Why do i feel so strange? Who are these people around me? My sister, my mother. Why do i feel like they're staring at me like I'm a criminal, a stranger?
I sipped the last drop of the bitter brew. As i put down the strange looking beige mug, i felt a warm liquid dripping out of my nose. I got inside for the mirror. The mirror reflected dark red blood and a few drops stained my white shirt. And few drops more. I didn't call anybody, I just stared at the mirror. Then it's over.
Fine, i said to myself or whoever was listening. Strangely Foktillus followed me and kept staring at my face. I put on my MP3 phone and connected it to a sub-woofer. Keith Flint and the rest of the Prodigy set the tone. Upbeat, electric and loud but it was only for a few seconds. The world turned black.
I woke up with my body and face flat on the floor. Headache. There was no one to pick me up or even ask what happened. It was only Coelho's The Alchemist and Zafra's Twisted V beside me. Both blood-stained. A stack of scratch papers covered half of my body. Then i got up.
I checked the mirror and found out i was already wearing a gray polo shirt and a loose jeans. I can smell the piercing scent of my cologne. I felt fresh.
What happened?
I got out to the veranda for fresh air. I can't find my beige mug or any trace of brewed indulgence. Then i saw Foktillus sitting by the baluster. He stared at me with dilated eyes and angrily hissed as if i am an enemy. I tried to get near him but he ran like crazy. Then i saw drops of blood on the floor and a broken mirror.
