Stting on the Passenger's Seat

I walked back straight to my dorm, Kalayaan, after my Eng 1 class. There was a food stall on my way back and I wanted to grab a bite. But for some reason, I continued to walk, staring at the stall the whole time. I was like a child being dragged by my mother. I wanted to speak out, but my body ignored my thoughts. He wanted to walk and go on. I felt trapped inside my own body. I can see what was happening, but I can’t control anything nor feel what my body wants. An observer somewhere far away. Realizing this, I surrendered and let my body do what he wants. I didn’t see it, but I knew he smiled back at me. Instead of being dragged, I decided to just follow. Before I realized it, I was in front of my door.

When I opened it, I saw my bed, with its arms wide open, waiting for me to hug it back. I surrendered myself to it, laid flat at its warm embrace. At that moment, my body let me take the wheel once again, letting me drive my body, not the other way around. That’s when I felt all the sweat running through my whole body. My breathing was long and deep. I took in every inch of air I could gather; filling up the deepest corners of my lungs with air, but it was never enough. My feet and legs throbbed hard, shivering like kids that ran through the rain. “Oh, now I get it.” I said to him with a smile. I closed my eyes and let my body bask in the rest it deeply deserved.