Beacon

I was living in this slumber, hoping to wake up one day to find it was a dream all along, but alas, that never happened. Life continued to be a brutal teacher trying to put some sense in me while I continued living it, getting none of those clues. It would have gone the same way if not for the rain that night. The rain that got me, and everyone in the city, to find that umbrella from behind the closet and take it out while going. Funny thing, these umbrellas. They can be so different and yet so similar. And this made her take mine from the restaurant, thinking it was her own. Not that I would have minded. Not that it wouldn’t be hers eventually, the umbrella and all of mine. But I didn’t know it then so that night I was standing in the rain, cursing the person who took my umbrella, when I saw her coming back. The way light from the streetlamp was reflecting off her face, making the water droplets in her hair glitter. She looked like a beacon of light, and she was one. Because she woke me up from that long slumber that I was going through. And not just woke me up but fought with my life and turned her into a gentle companion from the brutal teacher she was always been. She said sorry when she saw me looking for my umbrella and here I was, thanking her and the universe and the rain and that umbrella from behind the closet.