I Am Yesterday. You Are Present. We Are Tomorrow

My feeling was like I was half woke up. And half sleep. It could be a dream.

I woke up on one side of the bed.  The other side is her lying peacefully with her eyes wide open.  She is looking at me with passion.  ‘Oh my’ I spoke to myself.  I could give my life for those pair of eyes.  They are so big round and sweet.  Through her eyes I can see her love flooded. They are so tender.  They are so caring.

She claw slowly towards me and tug me in our blanket to ensure my warmth of the cold summer morning day.  Then a warm hug and a whisper in my ear.  I cannot make it quite clear on what she was saying.  It could be because of it was too early in the morning.  Or it was just my ear with this hearing difficulties.

“You need it too my dear.” I was trying to cover her naked body with the same cloth. “It is too early and it is too cold.”

She smiles. Her finger running across my hair softly as if she were touching silk.

“You already make me warm enough.”

And I run my finger through her soft long hair too.

“That would be a little bit too dramatic dialogue, don’t you think?”

Saying that and she was laughing gently.

It was a cloudy Songkran morning.  Not a very good year for the water festival then.  She told me the other day that Thai people works only eight months out of twelve.  We probably have every New Year celebration and holiday on earth.  We have Thai, Chinese and Christmas.  And we take it all in to a considerate excuses for not doing our office.

What I like about her house is it is just right across the small lake.  I have always been dreaming of living by the water.  The wind are always lovely in her house.  I didn’t design it myself but it would probably look very much the same: two floors with the attic, large terraces and lot of glasses.

Her dining table is my favorite place for reading.  My newspapers pile up for about a week.  I have not been in the office enough in past few days.  Islands to islands as usual.  But it has always been my character to read all my papers sent to the office.  International Herald Tribune and The Economist are very expensive publications here in Bangkok.  So I don’t want to waste it.

The smell of the coffee woke me up from the abyss of letters.

Her coffee is always good.  Not to strong and not too lame.  Just like her attitude.  I told her some few interesting thing I found in the newspapers.  I know she was thinking about something else but manage to discuss the topic with me.  We always have a fruitful dialogue in everything.  Every time I started my discuss on something and she always eagerly ask and pushing positively for more discussion.  She is bloody clever.  Probably one of the most clever girl I have ever met.  And naturally be positive about everything.

“It is going to be a good and lazy day today.”

I was saying that with a gentle wind on my face.

“Your sleepy face is so convincing for that.”

And she smiles again.

I could possibly hear the leaves fall onto the grass lawn.  It is such a quite day.  The baby bird in the nest call its mother for more food.  It had fallen earlier about a week ago and she put it back on the tree again with a new nest.  Now, she even named the bird.  Beautiful passion and kindness for everything.

Loneliness vanished into the beautifully quite day.  My new William Gibson book is in front of me with her sleeping on my laps.  I know that I will go through only couple of pages before I soon catch her up in our dream.  A summer day dream.

And she is smiling in her sleep again.  I can hardly wait to join.