Miyerkules, Disyembre 19, 2012


An Afternoon with William Shakespeare



            That afternoon, I was in the corner of the most famous library, reading books of my favorite author- William Shakespeare. Actually, I was half asleep that time. Until I didn't realize I was snoring. The angry librarian approached me and told me the rules over and over again. Kinda annoying, I know but I have no choice to obey. I was really falling into sleep but an unexpected event happened.


            The pages of the book started moving on its own. I was startled I could not move and the next thing I knew, I was in the book. Yes, with William Shakespeare, that is. He waved and smiled at me. I know he was glad to see me- a very fan of him. I approached him quickly and asked the things I wanted to know. I asked him what was his inspiration for those stories and he pointed out his family. We sat on a bench and he gave me a piece of paper and pen. He also had one and I realized he wanted to play a game with me. One of us had to be the winner- that is having the most number of adjectives that relates with the one he will write on the paper. This is a challenge for me, I know. He wrote down the word “wisdom”. I was mental blocked at first because I saw him scribbling a lot of words. Without realizing, the time was up and I was able to accomplish half of the number of words he wrote. I see the look on his face- he was not disappointed but rather impressed of me. Though I am not certain of the reason, I know he figured out that I did my best.


            Seconds later, someone was waking me up. It was the angry librarian. Aw, so it was only a dream. I was fascinated of what happened and about to fit into my mind that what happened is not real but suddenly, an image on the book blinked at me- it was William Shakespeare.
Dear she,
          I have known you for many years already and yet I haven’t told you what I feel. You may not believe me but behind the times we shared, moments we talked, I felt affection towards you. I may be that shy type of person for I am afraid of your rejection. Every time I see your sparkling eyes and bright smile, my mood is lifted up. Those things made my day complete already even without you putting much effort into it. I like the way your hair sways and the way you cry over simple things. I like the way you are and there’s no questioning to it. You may not be the perfect girl in this world, but to me you are already perfect. You may not be like those girls who put make up and wear dresses but simplicity is the best to describe the way you dress and I like it that way. I hope our friendship won’t change even though I confessed to you and I wanted us to stay the same. Thanks for all the memories we shared and I promise to treasure them forever.
Earl