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Holding his chilly hand, I brush a strand of blue as he dives deeper into dreamland.
It’s been a few days since I came back to this land. The trip back was longer than I thought. Nobody had asked me anything. And yet, this person had somehow got inside my room when I returned from an evening stroll through the vineyard. (I suspected from the front door, too...). It had reminded me to some moments from a long time ago. Memories so distant yet so smoothly recalled. Whenever I would come back from some work -punishment- my father had me do. Laying on my bed, sideways, book over the head. Vulnerable and endearing.
I had moved them to the pillow properly. They didn’t wake up, so I shifted closer. It couldn’t hurt to get an early night once in a while. So I stayed, and closely watched the faint lines that accumulates over the past three years on their face. Around the eyes, notably.
Have you been smiling a lot?
I wonder.