elfin slumbers

Fights over a dinner table, and someone leafs through a book where hot grilled servings of meat and poultry appear on each page, ready to be grabbed and eaten. The argument continues, I scream my brains out. I tell them what I honestly think. I come clean. Someone turns the page of the magic food-book and snatches kebab.
I don’t eat kebab.

I wake up. It’s 3:45 AM. I’m hungry, but I’d rather go back to sleep. I check my cell, there’s one text message. I reply, and the room disappears.

I’m outside a summer house, looking in through a window, witnessing some Buddhist ritual. He shows up out of nowhere and stands next to me – looking in. He tells me “they come here to practice Sufism, they got things mixed up!” I look at the sky and the distribution of the clouds, and I tell him we’re in ‘El King’ – as in Alexandria’s King Marriott. He smiles, nods, and asks “so how did you know?” I tell him it’s the sky. The air; it smells different here. He says it’s true, and starts explaining the scientific aspect of it. I listen, and inside my head I whisper “I love you!” He seems to hear it, he pauses and grins.

The door to the summer house opens and slams shut with a loud thud. There’s nobody in. I look at him and he’s a different person; a friend, and it feels like I just went back in time. We talk, but in singing, like in musicals. We’re at the same place, same scene, but it’s definitely not King Marriott anymore. We talk/sing and we run freely in an abandoned city by the sea. We sing and run for what seems like an eternity in a dream. Scene changes, we’re in downtown. Just us two. High buildings and empty streets, overlooking the sea. Talk of the city going under. We run… more like slide. And we sing louder. And the louder we sing, the higher the sea level rises. We stop to watch as we sing louder and louder still. It’s beautiful. Breathtakingly beautiful. We take one last look of each other’s faces, then we run. We’re not singing anymore, we’re not scared either, but we’re running anyway. We run in the same direction, looking ahead and around, but not at each other. Buildings start tumbling down, water filling up the streets. “It has to happen” I scream. “It’ll be back” I shout out.
I laugh.

I’m in bed. She calls me on the phone and tells me of a bad turn of events. A misunderstanding. She repeats the meanest things she ever had to hear from a best friend. She’s in shock, so she’s not crying. I tell her it’s a mistake; that it was never meant that way. I’m in disbelief and I’m about to cry. I open my eyes.
I check my cell, I didn’t get any calls. It didn’t happen.
I check the time, I figure I can sleep some more.

I keep checking the time. I have an appointment at six. I keep checking the time. I don’t want the day wasted. I check the time. It’s 1:30 pm. It’s 2. It’s 3:30. I open my eyes. It’s only 11. I close my eyes again. Phone rings, I jump out of bed startled, it’s only 11:03.

I’m up.

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