A few nights ago, I went to a hospital built in bamboo slats and woven palm-leaf roof. There was just one doctor on duty, and he was attending to a wounded boy lying on a canvas cot with carved wooden base. There was also a nurse but she was talking with another patient inside the hut hospital.
While I was there, I got so scared. I wanted to run but I couldn't. I don't know why. There were a lot of snakes there, their heads popping out between spaces of the bamboo slat floor. Most of them were as fat as my thumb. I understood they were still baby snakes, but still... they were snakes. I wanted to get out of that hospital but was too scared to step outside in the dark and find more.
The doctor pointed his index finger towards one corner of the hut. There, I found the freakin' mother snake! The body was as big as the trunk of a coconut tree. The head was barely attached from the body. The enormous reptile was dead.
I felt relieved. Kind of.
No. I take that back. I was so relieved that it was just a dream. I woke up, and when I saw the mister still fast asleep beside me my breathing was more relaxed.
1 comment:
When I read the second sentence, I had a feeling it was a dream. My interpretation may sound non-sense but from the few books I read, I always remember snakes as representation of personal fears and worries. It's like saying you are bothered with fears and worries, you decide to do something about it (went to the doctor) but even addressing or facing your fears, breeds another layer of fears. Whatever it is, I hope things are better with you :)
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