What A Wonderful World

I woke up with a light pain on my head. I had a feeling that I slept for a very long time. I really could not tell how I slept for long, not for long hours, not for long days, but for years. Yes, I could tell you that I slept for years. Would you believe if I tell you that I slept for eight long years? Amazing, right? But that's the truth.

I could still remember that early morning when I saw that young pretty face of a girl. She was so familiar. She looked like me when I was ten years old. She went near my bedside and cried softly when she learnt that I already died. That was 1961. "Punyeta! I was only sleeping. Why they did not believe me then?"

Back to that little girl in red. She said she did not know that we were related. While sobbing, she whispered that she had hoped and longed for a love, a love that I might had given her. But I was so tired. I whispered in her ear that I would just take a nap and later in the day I would talk to her and hug her. My eyes were so heavy . I closed my eyes. I whispered to her again. I told her I would come back. I would come back, I promised her. "I would come back little girl."

Then I just woke up. I came back.Just like that. I looked around. All the things I set my eyes to were different from before. I saw my son so I called him. I shout out as loud as I could. No answer. Nothing. Why?

A scene flashed on my mind. It was so clear now. The cemetery. They buried me. They thought I was dead. They buried me alive, Oh my God! Where would I go from here?

I cried and cried. I was weak. Then I felt something. I felt an energy was being pumped on my body little by little. I was regaining strength. So I walked towards the living room. I saw the calendar, 1968. Confirmed. I slept for eight years with no body to go back to. How sad. I wished to die again.

For days I moved around the house wandering in nowhere. With no definite plan in mind, nothing to do. Nothing to say. Until I heard the song being played on the radio. Nice music. Nice voice. I listened further. I digested the wordings. What a wonderful world. Why not, I told myself. I should be positive. I should wait. Wait for the right time. Accept what God had planned for me.

WHAT A WONDERFUL WORLD

Songwriters: Thiele, Robert; Weiss, George David

I see trees of green, red roses too

I see them bloom for me and you

And I think to myself what a wonderful world.

I see skies of blue and clouds of white

The bright blessed day, the dark sacred night

And I think to myself what a wonderful world.

The colors of the rainbow so pretty in the sky

Are also on the faces of people going by

I see friends shaking hands saying how do you do

They're really saying I love you.

I hear babies crying, I watch them grow

They'll learn much more than I'll never know

And I think to myself what a wonderful world

Yes I think to myself what a wonderful world.

The colors of the rainbow so pretty in the sky

Are also on the faces of people going by

I see friends shaking hands saying how do you do

They're really saying I love you.

I hear babies crying, I watch them grow

They'll learn much more than I'll never know

And I think to myself what a wonderful world

Yes I think to myself what a wonderful world

Yes, my little girl. This could be a wonderful world. We would meet again. I promise. I promise.