He was a good looking man in suit and all, but it was the fact that he was someone of importance and we were in an important situation that turned me on the most. He sit on the couch and leaned on the back rest. A quick kiss on the mouth quickly led me southward towards his pants, which soon came off too. My brain couldn’t comprehend what I saw. First of all his pube was probably freshly mowed the day before, as the hair follicles had barely taken root on this barren land. Second of all in his pants was a penis, but instead of balls it was a vagina right below it. I guess that’s why he was the Secretary of the President huh? I thought I felt disgusted, but I wasn’t disgusted by the hemephrodite handsome man, I was disgusted by how much I was turned on by it.
I was trying hard to eat everything that was on the plate. The Secretary moaned. Suddenly a uniformed man with a soldier’s look came into the room. I was startled but the Secretary not so much, he simply let out a silent sigh and got dressed. Very slowly. As if it was a form of protest. The soldier neither cared nor said anything. It looked as if he just wanted to make sure what we were or were not doing. But I wasn’t sure what exactly he was looking out for. Once the Soldier man left the room, the Secretary, now in a suit again, had switched to a more serious tone. He swiftly turned on the projector and started showing a PowerPoint, all while saying nothing. It was just slides of miscellaneous images of kids celebrating something festive. Very stock photo looking pictures. I glanced at his face again. it was the same seriousness on his face. While I was still wondering the meaning of these slides, I faintly saw him clicking on something in his right hand. A different slideshow appeared. I almost gasped. It looked like some kind of blueprint. I could not understand the language that was written on the blueprint, so I turned to him for help. He only glimpsed at me from the side of his eyes because they were fixed on the entrance of the room instead. He looked really cautious and perhaps a bit nervous. His hand flinched again. This time I could tell he was clicking on his pen. The second blueprint appeared on the screen. Again he did not say anything nor look at me. At this moment I understood that my assignment had something to do with the blueprints. It no longer mattered what I didn’t understand so I just focused on making as much sense out of it as I could. The blueprint looked like some kind of building. I really tried to understand the blueprint, but I really had no clue. Slide changed again. This time it was an aerial photo with the blueprints drawn on it. From the background I figured it was something that looked like from a Middle Eastern country. I was trying to tie the pieces together so I started reading the text in this unknown language. One sentence was written in English though — In Gaza… — the slide changed to a kid’s celebration again. I glanced at the Secretary, then I followed his glance to the entrance of the room. The soldier was back. He gestured us to the passenger seats. I smiled, trying not to pick on anyone’s nerve unnecessarily. So did the Secretary with his cold and soulless Colgate smile. The plane opened up to a much wider cabin space. We entered from the back but apparently our seats were towards the front. I walked past rows and rows of seats, which were full of kids. Perhaps something from 6-year-olds all the way to 15-year-olds. These kids all looked so innocent and they all wore the same school uniform. Wait. Their shirts wrote CIA. I was obviously concerned but I just kept walking towards my supposed seat. I wouldn’t want to show any unnecessary emotions that would warrant attention. The Soldier gestured me towards my seat, next to it was kuya and ate. I finally found a bit of a relief after all these unbelievable events. They looked visibly happy and excited so I assumed something nice must’ve happened at the meeting. Good for them. I knew they had poured all their time and energy into the carenderia for a long, long time. I looked around again and had just realized that the Secretary wasn’t with me. He was seated all the way to the front with, of course, the US President.
I was still trying to make sense of everything that had just happened. What was the secret slideshow about? Who are all these kids with the CIA shirts? What could’ve been said in the meeting that made kuya and ate so happy? Why were we even invited in the first place anyway? I couldn’t even begin to ponder, because now the kids were getting louder. Chanting, laughing, celebrating. I might have been on a giant private plane with the US President, but it wouldn’t change the fact that I just disliked being on an aeroplane with babies and kids. Just… Yuck! The jet engines joined the kids’ parade. It was time to take off, I guessed. Suddenly my vision grew hollow and I became sleepy. I always feel very sleepy in transportations, not always abruptly like this time but always. My vision was the first to go, then the sound of jet engines and kids also faded away. I woke up to find myself in bed. Just me, my grey pillow and the mosquito net. It was already pitch black outside so I must’ve woken up in the nighttime. I picked up the phone just next to me and it was 9:38 pm. Oh I just napped for 6 hours. Lovely. I heard something moving in the room. I shone the screen towards the sound. It turned out to be something much closer to me. A frog walked up to the mosquito net, trying to get to me. Immediately I felt something was off. My room was shut closed before I napped. Someone was in my room when I was napping. I immediately closed my eyes again, trying to reconnect to the dream. It didn’t work very well this time because I had slept too much. I wouldn’t normally complain about this but my brain was too awake now. When I opened my eyes again, everyone was just getting off the plane. I knew I didn’t have much time left. I pulled on the corner of kuya’s shirt just before he stood up. I wanted to ask him many things, but I couldn’t make a single sound with my mouth. So I simply gestured to asked him about the meeting. He smiled and gave me a thumbs up, then proceeded to walk off the plane. I wanted to follow him to get off the plane, but I was losing consciousness again. I woke up again. 9:48pm.