Pictured Myself

I was there, sitting in the swing. It was a cloudy and breezy morning. Watching the garden before me, I found the perfect words for the story I was writing then. A cool breeze came. My father was beside me, talking to someone on the phone. I smiled to myself as I read the words I wrote. They were absolutely in the position they were ought to be. Another breeze came.

         I closed my eyes and pictured myself as one of the most famous poets the world has ever seen. I then opened my eyes when another breeze hit me in the face. I got up from the swing and put the book I was holding aside - in the chair my father was sitting. He was not there! I assumed he might have left when I closed my eyes. Then I walked towards my garden.

             The Sun suddenly gleamed through the clouds and the weather was breezy no more. I began sweating. I nursed and watered the plants in the garden and rested under the shadow of a shed. Humidity was high and so was the brightness of the sun. I looked at my watch and found that it was 3:00am! I told to myself that the watch had stopped working at 3:00 in the morning. But I've seen the time this afternoon, before I set to write. How's that possible?

              All this, I did with my eyes shut. I opened them again as I felt a decrease in light. I only opened my eyes to find that the sun disappeared. It was night again and the moon was visible. I looked into my watch again and it showed 8:00pm at night. That was when I started to believe that this was all an illusion.

           I came into the open and looked at the moon. Something was visible beside it. Something tiny and shiny. As I looked closer, I could see a ball with rings round it, rushed towards the Earth. The Saturn! What in the world was happening? I went back to the swing and took out my book.

       'Phew', I was relieved when I opened my eyes and saw my father beside me, my book in my lap, clouds covering the sky. Another breeze hit me.