Miguel de Guzman’s consciousness was slowly awakened by the softest voice he ever heard, humming the most wonderful melody he has known and first he listened to. He wanted to open his eyes, but couldn’t. He wanted to say a word, but couldn't. He wanted to move even a finger, but couldn't. He had never exerted so much effort before that by just the thought of it all exhausted him. And he fell into oblivion once again. And he slept the whole day throughout the night until the next day's morning.
Morning
There it was again, the softest voice humming that melody. Even if it was just the second time he heard it, it felt like that he had known it all his life for, in his mind, he was somehow humming after her.
Yesterday, he was sure it was a voice of a girl, but as he continued listening, he begun to think that he might still be dreaming or better yet, he is now in heaven with an angel. And he snapped out of it.
“Say what now? Heaven? Angel? Who are you kidding Miguel?” he thought, talking to himself.
He then began remembering that night he went to sail amidst an approaching bad weather. Then he began remembering the next events that had happened as he was struggling to make it to the shore, fighting the currents. He tried to remember more but it all ended with a pain on his head and then total darkness. As he struggled to remember everything, with his eyes still closed, he was not aware that he was making a groaning sound.
The melody stopped and the voice was not heard anymore. He then heard footsteps fast approaching. Then he panicked as hands were touching him, unknown voices talking in a very foreign language.
In his thoughts, he was screaming, “How dare they keep touching me?"
He wanted to scream it all out. He wanted to break away from these daring hands. He boasts to have an alert mind, fast reflexes and strong hands, but he only got very frustrated as he couldn't do anything. And involuntarily, his body was shaking. He was about to make use of it when suddenly, from a distance, he heard her.
“What is wrong with him papa?” said the angel’s voice.
As he heard her, he couldn’t hear anyone else. And like a spell, his body stopped shaking, his mind stopped screaming and most importantly, his entirety stopped panicking. Just like that, he drifted to sleep once again, longer than that of yesterday.
Noon.
There she was, with her back on him, walking slowly along a green grassy field. He couldn’t see her face so he hurried his pace to reach her. But she heard him, and ran away from him, towards the rising sun. He ran as fast as her, but she seemed to be flying rather than running. He couldn’t reach her, his whole body wanted to just jump on her, he’s getting desperate. And just as he thought he could finally grab her hands, he was taken aback by a blinding flash of light.