Remembered or not
If only for a moment
It was real to you
If only for a moment
It was real to you
I'm in a large garden. There are pillars made of marble adorning the outskirts of the cloister. In the centre is a pool, spanning nearly the entire length of the garden. On either side of the pool are empty chairs, neatly aligned, row by row. I can not discern any way in or out of this garden. There are a few marble steps leading up to a platform where two people stand. As I make my way closer I see that it is my friend and her sister. I climb the steps and join them at the top of the platform but we do not speak. I take a seat on a marble stool. My friend and her sister are conversing with one another. I am able to figure out that her sister is getting married.
There is still no one but the three of us there. I stare at my friend until I have her attention. She doesn't say a word. I look over to her sister but cannot make out her face. Her hair obscures her face at every angle. When I look back at my friend I notice her outfit is different. Still, it's not something one would wear to a wedding. I still refrain from speaking and simply listen. I quickly realise the only one speaking is my friend. What she's saying isn't eliciting any responses from her sister. She turns to me and speaks, but her words are for her sister, not me. I sit there, silent.
I turn around to survey my surroundings; the garden seems to be mirrored on either side of the platform, pool, chairs and all. I turn back to my friend, she's again changed her clothing. It's still however, not something you would wear to a wedding. She's staring at me intently. I say something, she doesn't respond. I look to where her sister was, she's no longer there. I stand up and walk to my friend. She turns and begins walking down the steps I came up moments before. I don't follow her down. She continues on her path, walking past the neat rows of chairs. I return to my stool, when I sit down, she's gone. I am alone in this garden. And then I woke up.
There is still no one but the three of us there. I stare at my friend until I have her attention. She doesn't say a word. I look over to her sister but cannot make out her face. Her hair obscures her face at every angle. When I look back at my friend I notice her outfit is different. Still, it's not something one would wear to a wedding. I still refrain from speaking and simply listen. I quickly realise the only one speaking is my friend. What she's saying isn't eliciting any responses from her sister. She turns to me and speaks, but her words are for her sister, not me. I sit there, silent.
I turn around to survey my surroundings; the garden seems to be mirrored on either side of the platform, pool, chairs and all. I turn back to my friend, she's again changed her clothing. It's still however, not something you would wear to a wedding. She's staring at me intently. I say something, she doesn't respond. I look to where her sister was, she's no longer there. I stand up and walk to my friend. She turns and begins walking down the steps I came up moments before. I don't follow her down. She continues on her path, walking past the neat rows of chairs. I return to my stool, when I sit down, she's gone. I am alone in this garden. And then I woke up.
Smiling ear to ear
His work is never complete
A good clown at work
His work is never complete
A good clown at work
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