You Took A White Orchid, Turned It Blue
I don't have internet right now. Can't figure out why. DHCP was down, fixed now.
On Friday, I was trying to leave the country.
On Saturday, she appeared, and this time it was my turn to fold naturally into her. I wanted her gone, away from me. I expect you to stay out of my life. But the other desire, to be near her, was stronger. I was just about to ask her to leave, when the right things were said. I'm not even sure what they were, or what they meant, but they were said. But I know where you sleep. The longest period we've spent apart, three days, ended as we fell asleep in my bed.
On Sunday, I did laundry. I went to Reine's birthday, which was a feast of magnanimous proportions. Then we watched her and hers play with fire, then moved on to Sanctuary. There, we danced, in a way that I've never danced with anyone. I learned some things that made me hiss and spit about diseases and greed, before we walked home.
I awake with her beside me again.
There is something about her, her silhouette, that is burned into my mind. That feels like I've always known her. That, should she move from her spot, the little top-hatted girl would leave an imprint upon reality where I could trace the space she occupied.
Currently Listening: The White Stripes - Blue Orchid (video)