The spoon stirring tea swirled against the smooth interior of the concavity; a small Chinese porcelain cup with a flaking gold rim and an angular orchid painted on its ribbed surface. The sound reverberates like Galileos imaginary marbles infinitely rolling through frictionless space.
The hot liquid with a d(more)istant, acrid taste plays across the tastebuds; one note and discordant.
There is too much sugar in the world, too much ignorance (nothing that is needed is ever forgotten).
At the bottom of the cup tiny leaves remain in a drop of amber liquid, the pattern resembles bats hanging from stalactites in an endless cave.
Across the table she rises slowly from the comfort of her chair. The emerald, translucent robe slips delicately from a slender shoulder. Flickers of light cast from a curved surface distract momentarily and she is gone.
The empty seat beckons.
In this foreign place (this new perspective), her ghost eyes reveal a secular acolyte confusing illumination for light.
Somewhere a door closes and another opens and I know I will always be here.
Feed off the energy. Feed off the intensity of its glow. Feed off all the favourable responses you get from the people when you say things they want to hear. Feed off that constant collective neediness, but remember all the while that sugar is something humans made to get(more) by.
When you get home, you won't be able to sleep, because you'll have had too much indulgence in things that aren't real.(less)
A long long time ago, he had a dream. A dream that someday, he'll be president. He'll solve poverty, crime, and vegetables. Or maybe an astronaut. He'll be the first man to voyage outside of the solar system and reach the Andromeda galaxy. How about Astronaut President? He'll be(more) the big boss of the milky way.
"Hey cous, wake up."
He felt a nudge to his forehead. He swatted the offending hands away, trying to get back to his napping. But it wouldn't give and kept pushing him.
"It's already 10 AM, man." The voice sounded cheery, even if she was complaining. "Where's the food?"
Despite himself, he felt his stomach grumble. He looked up to see his cousin grinning, as if she'd won. Maybe she did. "You're still here?"
"Of course. How could I ever leave my favorite cousin all alone." She gave him a thumbs up. "All he needs a cute and pretty girl like me to cheer him and maybe get him to take a bath or too."
He rolled his eyes. Maybe she is a little cute, but that doesn't make her any less annoying. But she was his older cousin and in their family, seniority rules. "Ok, ok. I'll dress up a little." He pushed himself up from his desk which was hard, his joints all cranky and stuff. "We'll eat outside."
Before he could react, she was glomping him. "It's a date then." He could feel her warmth through her clothes, and the way she smelled reminded him of strawberries. He tried not to, but he found himself blushing.
The walk back from the convenience store was quiet. Her having her feel seemed to calm her spirits down. He liked a little silence. "A little salt is better sometimes."