28 November

I am playing a tune for The Beautiful One on my toy piano. She is laughing. She comes close to me, and puts her hand on my shoulder, her head on the top of my head. A strand of her hair falls on my face. She smells of talcum powder, Pears soap and … herself. I catch my breath. I wake up. It takes me a moment to remember where I am, to realize I have been dreaming.

I sit in my bed for a while, watching Etcetra sleeping on her bed by the window, listening to her breathing. She snores a little, gently. I feel calm, and slide down on my bed, and go back to sleep.


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