Dream
"Adam", I say, and I watch him. His face in the mirror looks back to
me, eyes wide awake and aware and shining with light. His hair, as
always cut short
to stop every attempt of curling at the beginning, gleams like a sealīs
fur in
the faint sunlight that penetrates the dirty windows.
He brushes his hair, with carefully measured movements, and I watch the
long
fingers work, the sinews move on his wrist and hand, a familiar sight.
"Adam?"
He turns around to me and smiles, and his eyes lighten up to that
golden brown
I love so much. He holds out his hand, and passes me the brush without
comment,
but I see the sparks dancing nonetheless and I grin, despite myself.
"Donīt take too long", he advises while he grabs his gear, and then
he heads to the door.
In my mind I say something.
"Adam", I say, and I watch him. His face in the mirror looks back at
me, and his eyes are wide awake and aware and shining with light.
In my mind I say something - every time.
I say something to make him stay and not go out that door so he wonīt
get shot
and the bullet will not hit his chest.
And then I wake up.
~
End
By: Nadin/Nanuk