YOU lay there on that soft bed like a nice dream. delightfully tired and dead asleep. yet your mind a kaleidoscope of falling leaves and scented bloom, laughter and the glinting sun, friends and frolic and boundless fun. I see your arms flung to embrace your softoys and the pillow. your eyes betraying the swirl in your heart with its gentle flutter. and your lithe body , warm and cozy within the layered sheets. you lay there like a question mark, to a distant dawn that will nevertheless carry a few surprises.

While I..
in the sea: Bravado all inflated after a few bowls of the local rice-beer, hitched onto a speeding catamaran (5 pieces of log tied up), holding to a rope and trailing afloat; peering into the abyss, psyching myself into imagining the silhouettes of hungry sharks when I very well know that the only sharks within 10 miles of the coastline are the mainland moneylenders. The jelly fish are kinda itchy though.