I open my eyes. Someone stares. Stands at my bed and doesn't move though he sees that I am awake. But the glance is comfortable, is close, is caring & dear.
- What's your name? - I ask. He pulls the flowers hidden behind his back & puts into my hands:
- You called and I came. I am dream. -
Ačiū/thank you, - I said and smiled, - You were fast...
- Wasn't busy these days, - he answered. - Not many clients :)
I smelled the flowers. Fresh freesias. Aromatherapy - a woman's friend. The small free pleasure in life. She closed her eyes and not a moment passed till she was running in the meadows surrounded by blossoms and sounds... Why? Because the joy in the heart had to jump out! Why? For the reason of running! She was breathing every smell of the spring, recording every sound of the earth. She opened her eyes: her room was empty, but it felt as it is enough. It still felt she is not alone.
Based on some big & small events in my life. :)
Papparazzi is Cha.
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