mere figments and parallel realities
Then the LORD God made a woman from the rib he had taken out of the man, and he brought her to the man. – Gen 2:22
She was running as fast as she could. She looked over her shoulder to see it, but there was nothing. But her ears did not deceive her. Distant but heavy footsteps could be heard amidst the electric frenzy of neon lights of the Tanghalan district. Her bare feet were burning up already as they ached with every land against the gritty pavement.
A cluster of black in the midst of greenery. The wind whispered softly into the air while the leaves of nearby trees swayed in response to it. Your ears caught murmurs of her name as you approach the congregation.
Half-asleep. Half-awake.
It was a bit chilly, but it was a good change from the tropical heat. She sat up, allowed her surroundings to adjust its focus and exposure while her body temperature tried to find a middle ground from sleeping like a log to warm-blooded human being. Her head panned from left to right, then settled for the familiar back of the person who just sat up as well on the other bed.