Dolly de los Reyes

( For Wayne and me to keep) A giant Christmas tree adorned with lights and decors. Friends, couples, families clothed with smiles and cheerful laughter. A bay transformed into a haven of mirth and glee. I was there, squeezed in the growing multitude of people. I could feel the smile on my face as I felt my muscles tense. Nothing could be so relaxing than physically seeing two almost impenetrable realities – the gladness made manifest by the angelic voices of the choir echoing through the wide expanse, and God’s marvelous piece speaking through the waves that crash through rock borders, dancing stars in their full splendor in the night sky, with the gentle moon daintily showing traces of its features shaped by universal forces. Awe filled me and I simply thanked God for everything. A surge of peace flowed through my being as my hands were clasped by two gentle hands, both belonging to my Master’s personal gift to me. I turned to look and was caught unprepared with the loveliest mirrors...

“Get out of my life!!!!” I was standing on a platform. Tears streaming down my cheeks. Hands bound on metal chains. I couldn’t make out the shape of the room; it was pitch black. I was accompanied by the deafening silence, and the still humid air made my breathing more laborious. A sound. No. It’s a whisper. Shhh, is that what you hear when metals clank. What? I thought it was a faint laughter. Were they talking about me? A nerve-wrecking shriek! Hands! Those hands were reaching out to me. That special aroma lingering through my nostrils. I would have loved to own that thing. But, no! I abhor the feeling. Something was going on in my body. My heartbeat tripled. My veins popped out. My body was without flesh. I was rotting in front of me. Just when I was about to believe that I had become a corpse, I opened my eyes and found myself in a highly-illuminated space. From afar, I saw a door left ajar. Curiosity won, and I peeped. And lo! That was the most enormous screen whose size I n...