Sailing Ship

It was the middle of the night, the middle of the sea. Our ship slowly sails towards our destination, on top of the calm waves, a soft breeze blowing us away. My eyes lock on the last burning candle in my room, the image slowly becoming blurry while my eyes fall closed.

A loud crack, footsteps on the wooden floor. Without hesitation I open my eyes and I see you sitting there. Wearing your most beautiful dress, your golden juwelry and a smile lingering on your lips.

My eyes close, I blink, you’re still there. This is against all my expectations, but I don’t mind. Slowly you stand up, your knees crack, you smile a bit brighter and sit next to me on the bed. Quickly I sit up, once more trying to speak.

You eye me and shake your head, placing your forefinger on your lips, running your other hand through my short hair. It feels better than I remembered.

You lean down.

A boat for two

A green lake in the middle of a green forest, surrounded by green lilly pads and green grass. The boat itself is half green, even. A weeping willow stands at the side of the river, bending over the water, looking at its own reflection. Slowly I put two feet in the wobbling boat.

“Just take it easy” you say, in the comforting way you always do. Ever so gently, as if scared to hurt my feelings, almost as if they’re made out of crystal. I smile. Knowing you only say this because you care.

Grunt. Smack. Step. Stumble. Grabbing. Stabilize! I repeat: stabilize! After a split second I find my balance and quickly go to sit down.

Jump. Smack. Step. Sit. “It’s that easy?” I ask, smiling softly towards you. A wink. Two paddles go into the water as the boat takes off, in the direction of the weeping willow. Slowly daring to turn, making sure I don’t fall in the water, I look around. I tell you I think it’s beautiful and you agree with that.