reunions.

The gray outlines of the city are becoming more defined as morning slowly breaks and the dreams of the sleeping are slowly retreating like the shadows, reality breaking in slowly, intruding without reluctance. Inevitable and slow. My stomach is sour and burning, reminding me to take care of it, and my mind comes back to what I have been thinking about, that I will be going home to be welcomed by the silence of the apartment, I surmise only Christian is sleeping and we will not be seeing each other awake for some days again. Che might have left work, or perhaps still sleeping. I will be the only one trying to sleep in the other room. Don and Budoy having left for Naga both. It will not only be the heat bothering me this time, something else clawing in my mind like a trapped feline. Don, besides wanting to recharge his emotional batteries (his words to that effect) has to go see about Budoy, discharging his emotional batteries in an impromptu family reunion. Budoy's father passed away just yesterday, reality breaking in suddenly. Inevitable and harsh. And this is the silence I will be sleeping in. This would be the silence I would be going home to before I even try to sleep. It will be a few weeks before the apartment have a reunion of sorts again, before then it will mostly be a few weeks of queer, sometimes uncomfortable silence.

Perhaps I should go home also and recharge my emotional batteries. I am counting four days.