Time to Escape

I was rather distressed to be dressed appropriately in a distant place of a province. I booked two passbooks and was left sad.

I entered a church where people were seated sideways from the altar's front. I was expecting my family and they were there. While circumventing the whole church, casually bumping over the seats of the seated people, I told my sister and a usual companion about father. I was saying something I did not know myself.

I sat on the back seat, saddened. I was the only one facing the altar.

The church was high so there were escalators to avoid fatigue. My sister, coming from below went up as I descended, coming from the top. As I went down and reached the bottom, I felt my youth. It was futile that the descending escalator like going down, but I ended up in the same position as where I stood on the church. I looked back and grabbed my pouch from the distorting escalator as we decided to walk home.

Along with another usual companion, I walked once again to the bridge made of bridge. It was like the time of Spanish colonization. The usual companion whom I was walking side by side told me that this would be where they will reside, near this province that I don't know of. As we walked, I noticed there were a lot of spit.

We got home, the home that of which is not from the province, I saw our dog timidly barking inside when the door opened. I did not enter and proceeded into eyeing my left where a variety of plants and trees were abundant and growing. I saw Munich, my beloved cat, but he was not gray anymore - his colored turned into orange. At first, he was aloof, not sure that it was me. But as soon as I reached my hand to reach and scratch him below his head while calling him with my favorite endearment, he ran towards me. I welcomed him with an embrace and felt happy.