Nobody, 10th- Oakland, CA
The second time I saw my dead aunt Rosaria, she was dancing. It was last Wednesday when I was hit with the news. Usually we would have dinner with my aunt, Rosaria along with a few others. Instead today was a silent agony on a Thursday evening, a day from yesterday. It was a quiet day in Newark, New Jersey, where my head rested on a window frame. While the breeze of fall entered this empty room. Slowly darkening every bit of light that linger around. My eyes glared endlessly at the orange sky. I ruminate on the thought of death. Death brings chills down my spine. I know it will happen someday to me. And that someday happen to Rosaria. Am in the middle of my thoughts when the door cracked open.
“Hey! Earth to Zane my sister snorted.”
“Ma says there's dinner on the table.”
“Well, tell her I am not hungry,’’ I grunted.
I could hear the door open further.''You sure?”
“Yeah I am sure.” I nod anxiously.
"Hey if you need anything else, you know I'm here for you." Her fingers dig into the roots of my hair as she brushes it roughly.
The way she said it was crony to me, but I accepted her attempt to be a big sister. I exchanged nothing but a small grin. Once she left, I lay on my bed. Then pressed my head on a firm pillow. My arms reach for a photo of Aunt Rosaria smiling. While the sun shines brightly on her yellow dress, a tear ran down my face. I rub my sleeve across my face. I could taste the saltiness in my tear.
When I woke up. I could see my whole body. Like my soul went out. Though I couldn't move. There was a numbness all over my body. It was still dark. And the curtains were moving rapidly as ocean tides. Because I hadn't shut my window. Then a cold breeze swept through my body. Suddenly the room I was in vanished. I found myself in a room cover with nothing but white.There was Mae, my sister and my parents standing next to her. They stood backwards so couldn't see their faces.I just heard their voices softly repeating something until aunt Rosaria came. She walked slowly.
Then placed her fingers on my cheek. She stood there, smiling peacefully. It was an awkward moment of silence. As a warm sensation passed through the two of us. My arm slowly reached towards her, but a white streak crosses. I woke up, when a strong blast of sunshine steams on my face. I kept rubbing my eyes until I saw a beam of sunlight shine brightly through the curtains. As the warm fall air finds itself in. I got myself up.Then I took a look outside. I sealed my eyes shut. As the rush of wind entered my nose. I could smell the air. I looked at the photo of Aunt Rosaria smiling on my wooden desk. She smiled at me. I smiled back at her. I felt a bit better.
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