Chapter 2: Just like Trinity

I was sitting in the breakfast nook with Ysa, waiting for the bacon. The smell caused an intense rumbling in my stomach. I almost forgot about what happened a while back.

"Finally!" Ysa said as Francia set down the massive plate of hot, crispy bacon.

Illa then came stumbling into the dining room, her hair still in disarray. Apparently she can't ignore the charms of bacon either. Here we were, the pampered princesses of our own kingdom. Our favorite noontime "game" show was blaring on the TV (who wakes up early after a sleepover anyway?). The host, regardless of his un-commercial looks, was shown being violently hugged by a rather robust, middle aged woman. Gotta love that Willie. The show is a game show where they ask ridiculously easy questions. That's all good because considering that its audience/ contestants are all really poor people with not much education. Answer a simple question, get 1000.

"Damn. Look at all the people who show up to their studio," I commented.

"Just goes to show how desperate people are these days. If Willie's gonna give away money, it might as well be to the folks who need it," Ysa said as she reached for the rice bowl. That girl eats so much and yet never gets fat. Illa and I kind of resent her for that.

"Where do you put all those carbs?" I asked her, wrinkling my nose, "You never gain weight."

"The booze burns the excess fat," Ysa grinned.

"Yeah right."

At that moment Willie asked, "What is the popular fantasy series that has been a captured 4 times into the silver screen? Here's a clue! It's about a boy wizard who goes to a magic school and battles evil with his friends!

BUZZ! BUZZ! BUZZ!

"Hari Pater! Hari Pater!" the girl screamed into Willie's face.

"That is correct! Florinda, here's your 1000!" Willie joyfully sang and handed the bill to a hysterical Florinda. The audience was positively roaring.

"Of course she'd get that! They don't expect the man to know Harry Potter, do they?" I snorted.

"Yeah, he's not the type who'd be into Harry Potter," Illa commented.

"The girl definitely was, though. Hari Pater! Hari Pater!" I mimicked, "sounds like a case of Danradcliffe-itis".

"Sounds like you! Minus the provincial accent of course," Ysa said. She had her cel in hand again.

"Not so into Dan anymore. I love Robert Pattinson now," I grinned.

"Fickle pickle," Ysa said in a sing-song voice. FI-cul PI-cul…

It was then that I started tossing a little rubber ball in the air. My nose then had a sudden itch. I automatically scratched it so the ball fell to the floor. My eyes followed the ball as it rolled across the dining room and down the stairs to the rec room.

"You better get that. Pepper (the Shih Tzu) might eat it or something," Illa muttered, then continued staring at the TV.

"Fine."

I got up and walked towards the stairs. Ysa and Illa had such a fancy house. Great porcelain jars on stands, tiny figurines, crystal knick-knacks, wing-back chairs, brocade and the whole enchilada. The stair steps were wood stained a lovely honey color, heavily varnished. They were so shiny that I didn't notice a wet spot and stepped on it. I slipped.

It's funny how when you fall, time stops and it seems to take much too long for you to finally hit the ground.

When I was 7, I was standing on a bench when it slid from under me. I seemed to hang floating in mid-air, like someone pushed the pause button of the universal remote. Think Trinity when she was gonna do her mid-air kick. However, instead of when about to do something wonderfully kick-ass, the universe pushes the pause button only when I'm about to take a huge blow to my ego. And my arm, which I broke at the time. I remember that I realized my booboo and thought to myself, What just happened? Will I die?

This time, I seemed to hang for even longer. I felt myself falling forward in slow-motion. My hand reached for the banister but failed to grasp it. My feet were not longer touching the ground. My body slowly rotated and I was finally facing the ceiling. I was falling backward. Faling, falling, falling. The stark white ceiling seemed to glow in the morning light. It was beautiful. It then flashed so brightly that I closed my eyes. I was still falling.

This is taking an eternity. Am I REALLY dying this time?

I peeked with one eye and saw that the ceiling was no longer blinding. Instead I was facing a clear blue sky. I was among the clouds. I turn my head and took a glimpse of the shining sun, glowing softly above me.

Am…Am I in heaven? But… wait. I'm FALLING, not floating. Oh God, AM I GOING TO HELL? Wait, I don't believe in hell. So I can't POSSIBLY go there. Haha. Right?

Still falling.

Gulp.

Falling.

I can't believe I'm going to hell.

Falling, falling.

Hmm.. Is that an eagle? Must be a falcon.

Falling down.

Is God still trying to make up his mind 'bout where I'm gonna go?

Falling, falling, falling.

Wouldn't it be nice if we were older, then we wouldn't have to wait so long…(I sing in my head.)

Then I see trees.

Oooh. Trees.

SPLASH!