Lumos Solem: A Child’s Game
I used to raise a hand towards the tiny openings of an old wooden platform, face my palm straight towards the ray of 7:30 AM sunlight, and watch the back of my hand luminously glow in crimsoned red as I feel the warm wave of heat where morning dust particles arouse in the air.
I used to listen to the most silent form of silence and get amazed by the awkward monotonous buzz that I hear drilling through the inner lobe of my ears.
I used to get amazed by my own heartbeat, and would suddenly remember that I just forgot that I was breathing. Then it amazed me once again.
I used to step out in the patio right after the rain and enjoy the smell of petrichor arousing in the air.
I used to stare at thin air, and question why I cannot see the air.
I used to watch flowers very closely and imagine Thumbelina tucked up among the buds.
I used to look for tiny little mushrooms that grow on damped woods where orchids used to flourish, look for dwarfs, and pretend that I was Snow White.
I used to wonder how worms hide beneath the soil and still can breathe.
I used to believe that if I hide my face behind a wall, the rest of my body would be invisible.
I used to wish to have superpowers as I used to play pretend that I could move objects and start a fire through mental telepathy.
I used to run as fast as I can towards my bed upon switching the lights off in the fear that demons will run after me.
I used to believe that the scariest task a child was ever obliged to do was to go upstairs alone in the night. Watching the stairs itself used to freak me out.
I used to believe that the scariest part in my room was underneath my bed where nighttime crawlies awaken after midnight.
I used to imagine that my whole family was being killed and that I was next everytime I hear thumps while I was taking a shower.
At times I used to wake up late and that the hallways and stairs were silent, I used to believe that I was already dead and that I was walking in the ghost realm. Then I would start looking for my own dead body as I try to remember as much as I can on how I possibly died.
I used to own a Jane doll, a big walking porcelain doll, the prettiest among my dolls yet, which face I used to place down flat on a pillow and cover with used clothes before going to bed for her eyes used to freak me out everytime I get awaken in the middle of night.
I used to play with Donald and Mickey, and never realized that one day, they will become leaders in the US.