The Hand That Reached Out
Eek. Someone tried to hold my hand. I wasn’t very sure what to do. So putting my trust in all those Japanese doramas I had surfeited on as a teen, I tried to pull away modestly and quietly. Equally quiet and no less persistent, the hand that held mine reached for it again, and held on.
And we walked, in silence.
And in the spirit of CNY, we went to visit my relatives.
It was too surreal, and eventually I figured I must be dreaming, and struggled to wake up. But not before I experienced the mock terror of losing my new digital camera in the same dream.
What a way to begin the second day of Chinese New Year. Whew. Now let me jinx and unjinx this by writing about it.
And we walked, in silence.
And in the spirit of CNY, we went to visit my relatives.
It was too surreal, and eventually I figured I must be dreaming, and struggled to wake up. But not before I experienced the mock terror of losing my new digital camera in the same dream.
What a way to begin the second day of Chinese New Year. Whew. Now let me jinx and unjinx this by writing about it.
2 Comments:
thanks to the way you structured this i thought it was a real occurence until the end bits of the post...well i would still like to know the male lead of the dream!
oops. anonymous was me. -ruth
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