THE STATUE, THE MAN

A dream, an imagination or for real?

I looked at the statue, about a foot-size, it stopped turning its head from left to right to look back at me. A tiny smile on its lips.

I was lying on the bed but sat up with a start and shouted, “Stop!”

As if gliding, it descended from the four-and-a half-foot cabinet it was sitting on and transformed into a man.

Seated on my bed, I continued to cry out, “Stop!”  louder this time but i could feel my throat start to tighten.

Still floating, the statue that is now a man continued to come nearer, looking back at me without any expression on its face but I can feel and see the contempt very evident in his eyes. Without opening his mouth, I could hear him shouting back at me with words I could not understand.

Feeling like being nailed on the bed, I struggled to get up but could not. With both my hands held up high, I forced my voice out and yelled, “Stop!” , making sure that he heard me. 

He continued to approach with his gliding motion and deliberately, also raised his hands and locked them with mine.

With our eyes and hands locked together, we both continued to yell at each other. He, with his incomprehensible words and I...I just kept shouting at him while struggling to pull my hands from his tight grip.

Suddenly, I heard the bathroom door open and saw my husband come out. The man that was a statue, still without any expression on his face, released my hands and calmly backed away, scorn still fills his eyes.

My husband started to shake me to wake me up. I slowly opened my eyes as I saw the man or was it a statue, gradually disappear in the background.

"A dream, a figment of my creative mind or for real?"  ")