Housemates

A non-painted building at the corner of a busy street is the first thing I could remember in this dream, but vaguely. There were cars horning, kids chilling at the steel railings of the pedestrian — it seemed like a pretty sunny afternoon. It resembled the life we had in the old normal, like the Metro Manila vibe, but it also felt like it was in one of those streets in Mong Kok.

I went upstairs and stopped at the third floor where I seemed to have been residing. With neighbors next-door standing outside their units, letting the hour pass by while sipping on their cups of coffee. I can’t remember taking my stuff out, or if I even said goodbye for good.

Suddenly the scene brought me to a house, a classic one with plants, white doors and tiled floors. It was the complete opposite of the first one — it was quiet and felt like a real shelter. Not long after was some sort of a regular practice where everyone in the house dines in together, in pajamas. The crowd was dominated by girls, and I can’t exactly recall if there were any other guys in there, but aaahh — there you were again, in pajamas too l o l

It appeared like days went by and the activities were routinary. It honestly felt like a retreat or a religious house or something, with all the ridiculously clean and organized shit happening. I don’t know if I should feel guilty though but it seemed like my arrival to that house caused a bit of disruption. What used to be innocuous home movie marathons started to become venues for us to sit next to each other, which eventually turns to slouching really close, social distancing ignored. Well whenever you’re part of the storyline this is what mostly happens, the scene always heading this way. Good god, why are you always around in my sleep anyway?

And also, why were you so brave to do that even if she was part of the pajama club?

Also, also, also — why am I not saying no?