The little dot in her eye.

Photo by S.N. Astra

It was 9:02 am. The meeting was about to start. He yawned, and looked around…a conference table filled with a couple of women and mostly men looking down their notes ready to go to battle. He had five more minutes, and he excused himself to go to the bathroom. He was walking in the hallway when he heard it…a sound like a roar, right from the best Holywood sound effects, right from underneath him…he could not figure it out, the sound kept coming upwards, and just like that the floor moved, he felt like he was at sea and drawing, he saw the seiling get mixed up with the floor, the walls dancing all around him…and then dust, dust everywhere, and a pain, a sharp pain on his leg and on his back; he was forced down by some weight that he never saw coming and someone turned the lights off. “Earthquake” It was pitch black, he did not know if his eyes were open or shut. He tried to move, no way…the pain was too much. His legs, he could not move his legs. What about the arms? He moved them close to his chest to keep him warm. Could he breath? It was hard, was it the shock, the pain, he could not even move his neck.”This is not happening” “They will come and get me out” “I am not going out like a statistic, I am important” “Come on, hurry up”. He had no idea how long the thoughts were in his head, he could not move an inch. He thought about his legs, he was an avid runner, in great shape for a 50 year old…it would take some surgery, but he would be focused and with 6 months physical training he would be back on track…. No one came, he was thirsty, realy thirsty, his throat hurt. Then he realized it was almost over, that’s it, that’s how it will end in a black hole, burried alive, and he fought deep in his heart to find out what going to be his last living memory, his last thought, how to die with a smile in his face. If he could not change his fate, he could change his state of mind, he refused to die in agony and pain, he was going to be libarated by the mind. He saw her. The first time it was morning; a bright early morning with a brilliant blue sky and not a cloud in the horizon. She was in front of him in the line for an over prized coffee, and the first thing he noticed was her posture. She stood tall like a statue among humans, with an air of confidence and magic in her every movement. And then she turned around; and he saw her eyes. The eyes are the window to the soul, and hers pierced his heart. He just stood there, like a fool looking, staring, feeling speechless…”excuse me” she said and she smiled, as she walked away. The second time he saw her it was lunch time; a nice place, but not extravagant; in a room full of light; he did not want to see her at night; he needed to see her eyes. The dot in her eye to be exact. It was a little tiny dot right at the edge, away from the pupil. He felt like he was that dot. She was his sun, his source of energy, his source of life; and he was the little dot; the small star in her solar system that was getting fed by her power. That dot, that tiny dot, represented himself every time he was next to her; she was his other half, the search was over, together they were more than each other, they completed a “whole” that was so divine, so unique, so heavenly. She was his God, and his mistress, and his inspiration; she was his Sun. “You are in my system” she joked…his new purpose in life was to be 70 years old and need no glasses to see “his dot”. Now he was crashed, buried, no light in sight, no future, just his memories…what did he have to show for 50 years in this world? Did he committ the ultimate crime and wasted his time? Did he made a difference? Would anyone remember him? He saw his dot again, and her eyes and he smiled; he saw his Sun; it was the last light he ever saw.