I was perched on the edge of the bed, legs swinging idly like a restless child awaiting something unknown. Was it a thing or a person I anticipated? The reason eluded me, yet I remained rooted there, as if compelled by an unseen force.

Then, a silhouette emerged from the shadows, a dark figure that should have instilled fear or sorrow within me. Instead, an unfamiliar thrill coursed through my veins, causing my heart to flutter with unexpected excitement.

For one fleeting moment, the face that had been obscured by darkness was unveiled to me. I tilted my gaze upward, and in that instant, my breath was stolen by the tender caress of lips upon my own. A feeling I had harbored for so long, yet now it felt foreign, eliciting no resistance from me.

It was gentle and sweet, honest and true – though perhaps those last two adjectives were illogical descriptors for sensations that could not be verified by mere senses.

"Jee, gising na (Jee, wake up)," a voice abruptly shattered the romantic reverie.

Cringing amidst the tangled sheets of my bed, the dark figure's visage dissipated from my memory. I yearned for it to be you, for the dream to be a harbinger of what was yet to come. With the eager anticipation of a child, I would await your arrival, ready to embrace the promise of that fleeting reverie.