SANDSTORM

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That news came to me like a sandstorm. The wind was strong and fierce, yet I tried to stay calm and cool. I can feel every bit of sand hitting my skin in pain. I still sounded nice and cool. I was grasping my calm voice on the phone, trying not to let it go.  Moments after, i felt that my body is being slowly buried. I can hardly see my feet now. They’re now covered with the sand, and slowly rising to my knees. That feeling was unexplainable. I felt like i was forced to stay calm though my inner emotions are shivering in stress. She continued to break the news. I just listen and soon the air was getting thinner as the sand was rising…now on my hips. I can barely breathe now. I couldn't talk anymore. “Are you still there?” I took a deep inhale, and said “yes” in pain. She continued her story about how that man made her happy whenever they’re together.

She talked about her detailed emotion when she is with him; which is exactly opposite with what I was feeling that time.  The sand was over my neck now. I could not make a sound anymore. I can hardly breathe. All I heard was the sound of sands hitting each other. I closed my eyes and my body was buried alive in the sand. I close my eyes and hung up. The conversation ended.  Phone beeped.

Buried alive in the sand, my senses were still working. I was wide awake. My skin sensed the warmth of the underground that somehow gave me comfort. I savored the warmth and felt I belonged there. I was fine but everything still felt very heavy. That news was intense. Of all people, why did she choose me to tell her love story?

Soon, I began to hear noises. I couldn't sleep. It was drops of water drumming the soil above head. There was rain. The rain got stronger and stronger and the noise got louder and louder. My surroundings turned from warm to cold. The water dug into the ground and crawled over my skin. Then everything felt wet. God was hammering the sky too, thunder. He was there all along! I got scared. Felt guilty because I haven’t called Him in a while. I close my eyes. I felt that He was with me. I slept.

Flash flood brought me back to by bed. I woke up in my messy bed. I opened my eyes. Everything’s seems normal now. Jov, my roommate, is busy with his paperwork. Pam, his girlfriend, was here too, talking… with her poor interpersonal skills with me. 

Thank God I have them in my life. Now, all is well. J