Someone asked me if I wanted to go to the beach, I would have to leave this minute, no time for packing.Heck yes.
On the plane we boarded, the seats where much larger, my whole family , some friends too, we searched for empty seats.
I looked out the window and saw an amazing wave of water wash over a van, where was my camera, I needed it. NOW. Why was there a clementine in my seat?
I got off the plane, it was still grounded, the workers were coming in and out of the big hanger. Dressed in blue suits.
I wandered in there, I knew him, the one that looked normal.
Passages, made of cardboard thin walls everywhere, I wasn't supposed to be here but I needed to find him.
This was fun, he would be mad at me, but not for long..he knew me. Who was he?
I could see his face, but I couldn't remember it when I looked away, I couldn't control my eyes, they looked were ever they wanted, I wanted to focus on his face, but couldn't.
My mom volunteered for the experiment , I felt deep regret that she did, as she donned a Mork vest she sat in the chair. Ready. Go.
I stood back, reached for his hand, he had his hands in his hoodie pockets. I found his hand, finally.
Couldn't let go. I wasn't scared anymore, his hand belonged in mine.
Who was he? I didn't know but he belonged with me, no one reproached us, perhaps it was the stressful situation of that child singing in the rock band.
Everyone's attention was on that kid, he couldn't be more than 4 years old. Strange, he had my hair. Long and dark..
In the entrance of the hanger we stood side by side, doing nothing, just holding hands, I didn't feel anything but safe. The sky was so blue.
Why were eyes always blue? I wanted brown eyes. Just a dream I told myself...but I could feel the seize of his hand in mine. This was real. But I couldn't smell anything.