when she dreams, she dreams always of floating up in the clouds. and that is where she stays. she stays up in the clouds, the soft sugary fluffy clouds.
and she finds little diamonds stuck between the snowy cotton and wears them in her hair.
tiny diamonds stuck between strands of dusty whispery hair. soft like murmurs.
diamonds shining. lost and drowning, but forever sparkling.
and when he was driving her home in silence, her head, out through the window, was facing upwards towards the coral lipgloss-colored sky.
like cotton candy, she said as she looked up at the clouds (but he wasn’t listening) and she wanted to reach up to the clouds, pull down some and roll it up into a nice sticky fluff ball, like how she does when she eats sweet cotton candy, and secretly place it in her pocket of lost treasures.
a rosy hallucination, a peaches-and-cream daydream, pink elephants floating about…
and no, she was not lucy. she never was lucy.
but she was up in the sky with the clouds and the diamonds.
the clouds and the diamonds and the sweets.
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photo by sabino.
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