i drink coffee while i work or at least stare at a screen staring back at me with its all-important and hieroglypic-like numbers and letters i try to decipher as if all the secrets of the world would be revealed by it. i hear the distant hum of the airconditioning that fail to jolt me awake and the rumble of a hundred different voices from my back focused on pursuing their own goals. i felt the approach of the new day as it creeped slowly into the dark sleeping world while i was making sure i locked the door and praying for a tricycle to pass by without me wasting an hour of my life under the glare of infinitely tall lamp posts and that strangely endearing ominous stretch of silent, empty road. this is my life as i know it.
i woke up tonight with a start. i frantically searched for my cellphone somewhere under my pillow and realized i left it in my bag and forgot to set an alarm. it was somewhere near 11pm in my 30-min advanced world. i breathed a little easier, i could still make it. then i realized my shift is 3am... i tried sleeping for another 30mins.
i couldn't. i just lay there for 30mins waiting for the alarm to go off thanking God because for the first time since Monday, i have more than 2hrs worth of sleep in my system. i really thought it was my day off.
the entire house was asleep. all i could hear were the motors of overworked electric fans faintly floating through the walls and their open windows. i was all ready but checked the kitchen before going out for a drink of water or anything cool to bring for lunch since it was a saturday night and there's no one and nothing to provide sustenance in the office. lo and behold! there was food!
the weirdness continues...
the driver of the tricycle i rode on to the still alive and breathing hub beside the strangely unpopulated highway reeked of a day's work sweat. i just woke up to start my still-dark day and the only seat available is behind him (unless i was willing to contort myself into an insignificant blob of human flesh to fit inside the tricycle cab). what a way to start a day! anyway, he spoke to me (as if he knew me!) asking why i suddenly changed schedules and how am i coping up with graveshift. i am very wary of strangers especially those weird ones (i suddenly wondered how i got along with my friends...)who talk to me out of nowhere. trying to still be polite this early in the morning, i just gave one-word answers and non-committal grunts but he still persisted in talking to me and even slowed the tryke when i don't hear his questions. from someone used to tyke drivers flying off the road during late-night trips making you suddenly feel grateful survived after, this was very disconcerting. plus, of course, the fact that i don't have an idea who the heck he is and i don't even recognize him as one of the drivers who partially know of me.
anyway, the sky is a faint shade of purple seen through thick blinds of the window pane. i watch as it faded slowly from pitch black darkness of the night from my safe and brightly illuminated cube of space. the morning has officially begun.
have a great one.
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