Magic in Denpasar (5)
An unusual dream
In my mind, I'm trying to figure out everything that Pak Jero just told me. Without looking, I put the glass of coffee to my lips and take a firm sip. I can taste the rulle drab from the coffee in my mouth. Carefully, I let the drab run back into the glass. I put the empty glass with the drab bottom in front of me and look at my watch. It's already a quarter past two. I feel like I've been in Bali for days, although it's only been twelve hours since I arrived. Honestly, I feel pretty exhausted. An irresistible desire to lie down and close my eyes mastered me. Suit Jero notices how I feel and says that if I want I can go to sleep
.“I myself will stay here tonight, in the holy room,” says Pak Jero, “I will continue to meditate here until dawn, but you can go to sleep now if you want. You can find your room downstairs, on your left. It's the first door a green curtain hangs for. Toilet and laundry facilities are also located downstairs, in the back part of my house. Sleep, my best Dewaputra, until tomorrow.”
I get up and walk to the hatch. Carefully place in my feet on the upper steps of the stairs, and then lower down, careful not to bump my head against the edge of the open hatch. Coming downstairs, I walk through to the room that Pak Jero indicated. I'll slide the curtain to the left and open the door. I cut the light and look at the room, a simple space of three by three meters without windows, in which there is a single bed against the wall opposite the door.
