A long-shouldered curly-haired girl stood quietly under the drizzle that greeted her body. His hands lifted to the sky as if asking God to give more. Her brown eyes closed to enjoy the gentle touch of God's grace. His red lips curled upwards to indicate his happiness.
The girl slowly opened her eyes, still in the same position, still in the same smile as the brown-skinned man who was ten centimeters higher than him, nudged his shoulder gently.
"What are you doing, anyway?" The sound of the bass sounded like the faintest song ever, the sound that could make butterflies fall in the belly of the girl.
"Enjoy the drizzle." The girl answered curtly while showing off her teeth in neat rows.
"Don't rain! You have to take care of your health, you just have to stay healthy. Come here, I'll take you home! " The gray-clad man widened the yellow umbrella he was carrying, pulled the light-skinned girl to his side.
With a cheerful step the white-shirted girl walked beside her ideal man. His face flushed red and his lips could not help but look upward, a sign of his happiness.
Some of the crackles and pops were lightning, !!!
The sound of lightning struck me by being already soaked with sweat, making me blink several times to make sure I was really awakened from my late sleep. My breath rushed, my heart pumping blood massively into my brain while trying to remember my bedtime flowers just now. My head was dizzy when I realized that I had been dreaming the same thing for two days in a row. Again the dream, I thought chaotic.
I forced my body to move from the queen size bed that sank me into the comfort and safety that might be needed right now. I walked dragged to a set of tables and chairs by my big window that happened to be on the east side of my room with a sky-blue nuance.
I grabbed a white cup with a picture of a cat, trying to remember what liquid was in it. My forehead flinched before I was able to guess the type of liquid in my cat's cup but it had reached my taste buds, the coffee had cooled.
I smiled wryly as I put my cat's cup into place and landed my ass on my padded lounge chair. I stared at the drops of rain that had left a trail in my bedroom window. Gosh, there's always a sad feeling when the rain comes, I muttered half annoyed. My annoyance increases when I remember my sleep flower. I was very sure that what I was seeing was myself and as if I was watching me repeat what happened three years ago, my first date with the Universe.
Three years ago, thanks to my friend who had a mission to 'set me up' with the Universe, I met him for the first time in a field where most people exercised 'accidentally' which ended with sending messages to each other every night. Even when I first met, I was strangely able to be me with laughter and stomach ache every time a joke was told by the Universe, even though all this time I had always built a fortress with anyone trying to get close.
Inevitably there are spark fireworks in my heart every time I exchange messages with him, there is a sense of longing for every message I send him, there is a longing that bows every time goodbye is spoken. Struggling for each of our feelings, trying to enter each other's private lives and all feels so beautiful and real.
Everything went so smoothly and without obstacles, until in the end I had to continue my studies outside the city that was 265 kilometers adrift from my hometown. Indeed, that was the place of my dreams since I was in middle school, but still there was a feeling of fear hovering in my heart, there was doubt that continued to haunt my sleep, there was sadness waiting at the end of the road. I don't know, I can't even imagine how the Universe would react when I say this to her later.
The Universe didn't react to anything, his eyes staring blankly as he looked down deeply. While I could only silence beside him, I felt cold on my right shoulder. In an unusual beat, I waited for a word or two to say from his mouth, whatever that was. But in fact he remained silent, feelings of guilt ran through my body.
"So, when do you leave?" He asked to break the silence.
"The day after tomorrow." I hissed briefly.
"We still have to survive, right? After all, distance is not the case. " He said (tried) sounded easy. "Now, just packing first is a hassle. Later when it's finished contact me. "
I looked at him half in disbelief, the Universe dealt with everything lightly and seemed to have no obstacles. I smiled, nodding, "Alright."
I fiddled with my smartphone nervously, two hours ago I was sitting on the train not yet giving the Universe news. Finally I gave myself permission to send him a message, say goodbye. Unknowingly I held my breath while waiting for the answer to the man with the crew cut, in an instant my smartphone lights up indicating there is an incoming message from the Universe. I smiled with delight, distance is not a problem.
Back to the window seat accompanied by a cup of coffee that has cooled. Geez, even a pity that used to pop was not able to last long. Like a cup of coffee that was originally hot, it wants to be brewed slowly so it doesn't run out quickly but instead it cools and empties. But, if you gulp it down in a flash, then what should I sip? I sighed deeply, remembering what the Universe said at the time, "Sorry Chianti. I thought I could survive, but strangely enough, this explosion has disappeared. I think the party is over. "