An American Dreamscape
by YL Chong
Hopeful orange, yellow and red in the background, fronted by dark blue and purple and sardonic blacks, a bit gloomy. It is sunset in Oklahoma, but it may well pass off as sunrise back home.
Mei Lee said she was only leaving for a short sabbatical on a scholarship gifted her on the basis of a thesis I helped her craft. She swore she would be back in Singapore "in less than eighteen months", and we will then talk "wedding bells".
As I look out at this mystical landscape, I was looking forward towards an enchanting candle-light dinner. Until an hour ago -- and her excited voice still echoes in my ear: "My internship has been extended by another six months. Honey, I will be delayed a little tonight, seeya!"
So my fiancée wants to campaign for a candidate aspiring to become the first female president, can I begrudge her? The colours on the horizon seem forebodingly darker now.
The handphone intones a message. "Sorry, missed my flight. See you tomorrow moUrn!" She even forgot to end with our XoXo signature!
I feel the initial tear-drops warming my cheeks. I reach out for Reception, wanting to book the next flight home.
Just then the door-bell rings. I open the door, and there she is -- Mei Lee resplendent in a short-skirted dress in sexy red.
"The sms just now, you..." I mumble.
"American humour I picked up along the by-ways," she intones, pressing her dreamscape XoXo on my lips.