The Floating Mouths

I woke up this morning, the sun has already entered my room, so I knew I was late for work. I stared at the ceiling for couple minutes then I looked at the curtains. They were blue with black patterns. When I was trying to enjoy the leftovers of daylight, I managed to read some words on my curtains. They were random Arabic words, like "health", " let it be", "continuous". I didn't slap my face cause I knew I was wide awake. Suddenly, my aura was threatened. Oh, it was my friend. She was calling me to watch the sunset with her by the sea. I was sipping my coffee carefully, as if I was going to pay a fine if I  enjoyed it. I tried to watch the sunset,  but my eyes were taking me somewhere else. I looked at the slow-motion waves. Everything seemed to be calm. No tragedy was involved . I was recalling what happened this morning and the words I read on my curtains. Then, my eyes were distracting me again .. the rocks were whispering :"Look at the floating mouths"! I froze for seconds, "What floating mouths"? I said. I took a second glance at the sea. That was remarkable!  I was able to see them. Every slow wave was carrying thousands of floating mouths towards the rocky beach. The rocks whispered again : " Look at those sinners.. All of them have a story to tell, but God cut their throats". "But where are the second chances"? I yelled. The voices suddenly disappeared. My friend was standing there, freaked out. She asked : "What's wrong with you"? I said : " Can't you see the floating mouths? Do you know how many stories are waiting to be told?". She was completely horrified. I could see the horror in her eyes. I came closer to calm her down. She stepped back and said :"Don't move! I can see your horns". I thought that was a bizarre reaction on what happened.. but my head was getting heavier. And my skin was peeling. My friend ran away and I started to shout: "What's happening? Is that a nightmare? ". The rocks whispered again. "You wanted to know their tales. Now you, yourself have a story to tell ". Then they began to crack under my feet until I fell down in the sea. The floating mouths welcomed me silently. "Reema, Reema!" mum was waking me up. "You're late for work". I was touching my head searching for the horns. Everything was normal. It was just a nightmare. I looked at the mirror checking for any changes. I saw my neck rings. Every line is a mark that once my throat was cut. I went to work wondering how many stories I wanted to tell before I was beheaded.

|Reema Wadee Ismandar|