Wednesday, June 11, 2008



Edgar dreamed of her again.  Sure, there were the random moments of, well . . randomness, like any dream.  There were moments where he was at his old elementary school learning about the Book of Nehemiah.  Moments when he’d be ramping a BMX bike through trees, grazing their limbs, almost weightless.  There were times where he’d have conversations with his father, whom he’d never met.  Other times where the recurring dream of that weird sensation he’d get sometimes.  Of chewing on a brick that was wrapped in silk.  That thing again, entering into this dream of her.  She was there.  Famous now.  Much more famous than him.  And the dick move of him trying to get close to her.  Not because he longed to be with her again, but because he wanted a taste of that fame.  It was leveling to Edgar.  Much more grounding than the silk brick dream could ever be.

And, sadly, when he woke up, he felt as if he was in love with her all over again.  He felt that way the entire next day.  All day long until he put his head on the pillow that night, just hoping she would enter his dreams again.



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