Worry-free Weekend

Sunlight penetrated through the uncovered glass door. The light fell on the polished floor, a subtle glare reflected from its surface.

The sliding glass door made a sound as the morning breeze tapped on its fragile wooden frame. The creaking sound from the door had traveled towards me and woke me up from my sleep. 

I opened my eyes and looked through the door. It’s Saturday morning already and the day was already high. I failed to watch the sun rise beyond the islands of Camotes and Leyte. I miss the early morning display of light.

Streaks of light fell upon the wooden bench where I placed most of my important things. I forgot to set the alarm from my mobile phone. But i picked it up and checked on the time. It’s almost half past 9.

The camera wasn’t mine. And I began to remember that Chong had spent a night with me and that we planned to have a wonderful weekend together.

I lifted my head and scanned the room. The bed was a little bit long. But I saw my Bro Bear on the other side, deep in slumber with his head buried beneath the pillows.

There he was, sleeping comfortably, unmindful of the risen light. I decided not to wake him up. I knew that we had a very wonderful moment the night before so I let him have his time to rest.

For quite some time, I just sat at the other side of the bed. I rested my back against the glass wall and watched him sleep. I noticed rhythms, the melody’s so sweet.

The music he made while sleeping had blended with the rustling of the leaves and the chirping of the birds. The sea breeze also complimented the sound of the waves beating the rocky shores of Catmon. The rural music had relaxed my weary self.

It felt so good to be truly enjoying a stress-free weekend. Here I was in one of the amazing beachhouses in northern Cebu, trying to relax and to experience a grand time with my Bro Bear.

We seldom had this chance to be together. The last time was May when we spent our anniversary in Corregidor. I was happy to be with him here in Cebu. Even a weekend with him was enough to last me a couple of months.

I rose from bed and took my time staring through the door. The sun had begun to seek cover behind the dark clouds, its beam had started to crawl away from the room.

The sound of the waves grew louder by the moment. Chong shifted position and tucked the long white pillow between his legs. I kept on listening to the music.

I went out of the room to look at the waters in front of me. A calm, inviting sea.

I took the steps down to the beach and checked the shores.

Rock formations below the beach house.

I took the wooden path back to the weekend abode. The mid morning sun continued to retreat as I landed on the middle storey. I passed by the porch and I could see from there the tranquil Camotes Sea.

Bro Bear and I had a wonderful time swimming at the eternity pool last night. His sister Marj also joined us until the wee hours of the morning. We finished swimming at 4 am.

It was also nice to have breakfast of ripe papaya, home-made crepes, sweetened mango and apple juice.

And of course, quite a lot of time to watch the great expanse of the water.

I wanted to have Chong sit beside me as we watch how the light blue sky meets the deep blue sea. Watching the horizon was like knowing where the water stops and where the heaven begins. It’s more like knowing when the dreaming should end and when the realization starts.

And as I tried to determine where the sky meets the sea, my Bro Bear was still deep in his sleep, dreaming while the rural music continued to blend with the sound of the waves and the rustling of the leaves. I dreamt of having more weekends with him here in the beach house.