Okawasa Yat,

Hey, it's nice to see you again.

You must be tired. Hush now... Look up, I painted a rainbow in the blue sky. The clouds are dancing too, and birds are chirping a quiet happy hymn.

I just sat under the yellow tree. The leaves are becoming blue. But they still sway in perfect rhythm with the hushed breeze. My eyes closed for some seconds, till it became minutes, then hours... Now you're here. I am happy.

Come, let's trace the steps towards the edge of the cliff. There we'll see the merry waves clashing with big rocks. Dopey went ahead, by the way. She said it was time for her play bath.

Hey, you're dancing! Can you teach me those dance steps of yours? Wiggle, wiggle, wiggle the butt... Swing, swing, swing the hands left and right... Prance, prance, prance until the feet gets tangled... Am I doing it right? Yes? Yes! I am twirling, and twisting, and jumping, and dancing like the pretty girl I watched in a movie.

What's her name again? The ballerina? Oh, I forgot. You forgot too? Hahaha, we must be getting old.

Do that cartwheel one more time. Please? Funny, I thought you were tired... Oh I know.. You're no longer tired because you're here with me in our haven. Right? Right, you say.

Someone's looking at us, you faintly whisper. Oh don't mind him. He won't budge. I asked him to leave, but he said he'll just stay where he is now. No moving, no breathing. Haha.

I smile at you as you reach for my hand. I rest my head on your shoulder... Our steps need not rush. You begin to sing that song we used to sing a few years back. "So we're okay, we're fine, baby I'm hear to stop your crying.. Chase all the ghosts from your head, I'm stronger than the monster nebeath your bed.. Smarter than the tricks played on your heart..." I wish we had a guitar right now. Your charming voice echoes to the deep recesses of our haven. The tulips bloom, and the butterflies flutter about.

Look, the ice lake is calling us. The ice is just hard enough for us to go skating. Lace up your skates and I'll race you there!

I close my eyes and go into slow turns, with my arms wide open. The sun gently tickles my forehead, my cheeks, my neck. I lose myself again to memories.

............I go up the wooden ladder, reaching for a dusty-covered book on the top shelf... My library is lined with hundreds and hundreds of books and it never fails to overwhelm me... I look down at the eager, innocent faces, waiting for the next story I am going to tell........ I peek into the cold window of the airplane, and all I see are islands of clouds in the vast blue sky... When I open my eyes, I am riding the cable car, watching the ant-like figures of people walking, down on the island... My face goes white, but I laugh as I step out of the rollercoaster........ I take a peep into the lens and I see the green expanse of the mountain... Click, click, click, says my cam... The church, still majestic with age, never escapes my keen sight......... The soft lips that touch my cheek makes me melt all over... I drown into the embraces of my inamorata and sleep with a smile on my lips...............

I fall on my knees, laughing. You approach me and give me a bear hug. We sit beside each other as we count the passing clouds, with our butts wet with ice.

Come, we must reach the cliff before noon, you say. We leave the ice lake.. yet I know we're both excited to return after midday.

You sing once more. A more funky, electric rhythm this time. We bang our heads to the beat, singing on the top of our lungs. The sun is shining brightly overhead, but he peers at us with gentle, not scorching, rays.

We're almost there. I can already hear Dopey screeching with glee.

Thank you, I say. Thank you for making this haven a dreamy place. You squeeze my hand tightly with a big grin on your face.

We're on the edge of the cliff. We look down below and the water looks inviting. We hold hands, bend our heads up to the sky, and close our eyes.

With the count of three, we jump down to the sea...

One...

Two...

Three...

It's still you and me.

The Dreamer