last night i was sitting in my room walking around in circles, combing my hair with a very pretty glass hairbrush full of daises.
it’s funny because sometimes real life feels like a dream. am i typing? am i really awake? what time is it? do the lights work? my world feels upside down and upside right at the same time.
I was walking down the hallway when I saw the most handsome young gentleman pass right by on his bicycle. He was playing a piano, too and I didn’t want him to leave so soon. So naturally, I followed. Followed him to a dark room with a big red velvet cloth as a door, I got lost in the fabric. almost lost my breath until His hand grabbed my waist. He led me all the way to the piano bench, and there I sunk in. it felt like I was sitting on the beach. Is it a bench? is this the beach without a sun? where am I? what’s his name? how long have we been here? did i forget to breath again?
His hands were cold and comforting, he didn’t speak although I was dying for him to do so. I found myself holding my breath indeed, and him holding my hands. The lights slowly turned on dimming, brighter and stronger.
His eyes were seafoam green and it was there where part of me fell into his pupils for eternity. A little bit of me will forever be swimming there where He sucked me right in. truth is I didn’t wanna come out, I didn’t wanna wake up either, but of course you do…