Okawasa Yat,

Some unknown person is trying to invade the place I have built for us. I can't stop him from crossing the forbidden line... One more step and he's here... He's near.

Come, let's hide behind the yellow tree. I can smell coffee brewing somewhere. Must be my imagination. I can hear water splashing. Dopey must be chasing some seahorses in his tub again. Dolphins are such playful cretures, you know. But she's smart, and she's my obsession.

The wind's getting cold, the sun's slowly losing its glow. Master night will fall soon. Darkness will envelope us again. But I know you and I do not fear the dark...

Listen, the intruder's steps are becoming sluggish, cautious. He must think he's getting lost. Hah.

Your eyes are getting misty. You've stared at the sun too long again. Say goodbye to king sun my friend, bid farewell. The orange drapery in the sky is now turning navy blue... It's my time. It's our time.

Look... See how the sky covered the heavens with a blanket of twinkling stars and a glowing moon as I lay the soft, silky cloth on the mildew-filled grass. They're never ahead the schedule, never late too, that's what I've noticed. But it's just fine. In fact, it's just great.

Come on, get up from that nook under the tree. There's no use of escaping to neverland. This is our place, we make this our haven, remember? Please lie down beside me. Close enough until I can hear your heartbeat, and you can hear mine too. We have all the time to let the vast sky look down upon us. Just imagine we're the angels sent down to earth.

Silence.

How I love to hear your steady breathing. It's as if all the pressures of the world have been blown away. How I love the gentle wind kiss my cheeks. It whispers softly to my ears, "Child, rest on my arms." How I love the silence of the night, with you and me admiring the glistening heavenly bodies. Just you and me.

Now it's my turn... My eyes are getting blurred as tears form, droplets waiting to fall. Memories of the past, present and future flash one by one on my mind.

...............I sit comfortably at my hero's lap, tickling his fat tummy... But at the next minute, he carries a big suitcase and kisses me and whispers, "I'll be back"... An airplane is carrying him away........ I climb the stairs to my next class with heavy feet and a heavy heart... So heavy that it wants to rip apart at the next sight of my inamorata... I look at my inamorata while ashes fall from the burning white stick between my two fingers........ I sit on a reddish brown bench, gazing straight to the middle of the sinking garden... I glance at the empty spot next to me and I begin to wonder when I can sing mushy love songs again during Valentine's with the person who used to sit there... I start to compose a letter, but I'd rather hear the phone ring........ I crowd myself into the suffocating thought of me alone and them with someone to hold them tight... I want to spew the loneliness that's eating me from stomach up...............

You surprise me as your warm hand touches my arm. You look straight into my eyes, and I feel calmed down.

This is our place. And you always come back. You promise to squeeze me tight. You promise you'll stay.

Stay... The haven I built will be a stark nirvana without your presence.

Shh... I hear excited steps coming toward us. The intruder must be near, for I smell his stench. Yes, he is peeking through the darkness with probing eyes. He's coming...

Give me your hand, get up. We must find another place in our haven. You laugh crazily and I myself giggle too. Run, let's run. This is not a safe spot anymore.

Come close to me. I'll wrap us with the silky blanket. It's cold, you say. No.... with our skin touching each other, it'll be warm soon.

You smile. I smile back.

Dream with me, you say.

Till then.

The Dreamer