I slept late early this morning. That meant I had only two hours of my normal six in bed. Often, when this is the case, I usually feel drowsy after lunch. It is also an excuse to follow the practice we copied from the Spaniards: taking the afternoon siesta. 🙂
I chose the safety of the rest house to escape any spoiler to my nap. I did not want surprises.
A bit tired from the short field work and hearty meal afterwards provided the right ingredients to fall easily to sleep. A cloudy day also meant less heat with a soothing southwestern wind passing through the airy hut.
Then, a dream. Or a nightmare. You tell me later. 😀
I had the variation of my kumpare’s wet dream in a dry space. It would have been better if I got the identical scenario but mine had a different twist.
I found myself in the lobby of hotel where a beauty pageant was to take place. Candidates from all over the world were represented. They were busy checking their casual wear before the presentation.
Naturally, I was overjoyed being in the company of beautiful women. I could imagine myself bragging to all my friends how lucky I was to be surrounded by sirens without fish tails.
Then, the program began. One by one, the contestants were called in in alphabetical order. When letter P came, I was excited to see our representative climbing the stage.
Everyone was waiting. I began to be concerned that our candidate will lose by default.
Someone shook my arm. I was startled so I checked out who it was. Her words confused me.
“Go, girl! It’s your turn!”
What??? It was only then that I noticed I wore a sash with the word Philippines boldly imprinted on it. I wanted to scream.
Someone shook me several times.
“Ninong, wake up! Father needs your help!”
I rose up from the bamboo bed as if I was on fire. I was thankful to be awake. 🙂