Regret
I was dreaming last night when my phone rang. I instinctively got hold of it and press the answer button. It was Gibbs Cadiz who wanted to confirm if I could come for the playwriting talk scheduled this coming Saturday at the PETA center in Quezon City. I had to clarify with him what it’s all about, obviously, my memory wasn’t working well. (Some people I know talk strange things when they’re awakened from their deep slumber).
There was regret in my voice when I told him I couldn’t come because I have work on Saturday. I hated to tell him my work schedule has changed. The session would be surely informative and fun. Floy Quintos is conducting the talk.
"All right. Next time na lang," said Gibbs. And he hung up after I said thanks. I tried to get back to sleep but Morpheus seemed to have been annoyed. And my tooth was throbbing.
