Last night when I was heading for bed, I did my usual routine of washing up before snuggling with the pillows. I found an eyelash on my cheek. I, obviously, was happy because I get an opportunity to make a wish. I took it cautiously and gently placed it on my finger. Once I knew it was stable, I immediately closed my eyes and make a wish. I inhaled a big breath and was ready to blow it. Then I hesitated, expelling that big breath of air with a large sigh instead. What if the eyelash doesn’t get blown off? It signifies that my wish will not come true. I feared for its consequences. Debating to myself for a bit while standing in the toilet.
Life is a gamble isn't it? So here's my gamble. I somewhat cheated by taking a bigger breathe this time. A larger volume of air in my lungs together with slight hope in it. With that gush of air being expelled, the eyelash did get blown off. Ah, that satisfaction I get when I see no strand of black hair on my finger. I was contented and in fact, I told myself that I'm going to have a good night's sleep.
Funny how I can be so silly. Thinking that wishes will come true that easily.
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