THE STORY OF BO MAERTEN
par EVÀNGELINA FYSA
for the LOVERS & DRIFTERS CLUB
It was not often that she found herself drifting into the realm of dreams. But when she did, she would wander straight into his bedroom. It was almost as if she would enter this vast expanse of blanc and mold it after their sweet memories.
The guitar notes would sing out and she would swirl and sway in the center of his pastel daydream like a rock 'n' roll ballerina. Her star-studded pants would flare real far and all of a sudden her body would become fragile, like a porcelain doll...so she would cover it with a lavender candy shag jacket. His favourite. She would snap, snap away and distill precious moments for when she would wake up.
And although she would trespass his private and personal space, she would spread stardust and the world would be all right again. His world would be all right again.
And in a moment’s clarity, she would gaze in the distance of this altered space and find him smiling between the doors and walls. And so she would run her feather-soft fingers across his golden eyelids and he would hold her, protect her from the dark monster known as reality.
Yes, it was not often that she found herself drifting into the realm of dreams. But when she did, she would wander straight into... his heart. █