It was one of the first few days of Spring. Which, in fact, is my favorite season. And thank goodness for it! Winter was horribly cold and bitter. But, now, spring has finally sprung. The sun began to take its place in the sky and shone through the clouds; looking delightfully warm.
So warm that I simply couldn't stay inside. So I went to our backyard which wasn't very much of anything but grass and a few collapsible chairs, but I loved it.
I lay on the ground, with my palms facing upward. After such a long winter there was nothing to possibly enjoy more than soaking up the sun. So warm, so sweet. Like honey. My eyes closed and I could see the brilliant red of them being shut.
So softly, like a swift involuntary movement my hand reached up and felt his silky curls. And suddenly, I could feel him. Our heads were touching as we both lay on the field. Slowly, as not to scare him, I opened my eyes. I do believe he couldv'e cared less.
But, never mind him, before me stood no longer my backyard with it's too long grass and old chairs. It instead was a lush paradise with a lovely waterfall and the echo of jubently singing bluebirds.
He remained entirely calm, as if it wouldn't matter to him if my eyes had stayed open or not.
I studied this strange creature.
He wasn't tall, he was short even, but still taller then me. His skin was so pretty, it was a gleaming ,soft, silky white. But, at the same time, he wasn't pale. The more closely I looked the more I saw that his skin was a true tan. A tan so soft, so thin, almost milky white. His face, which was so worried before showed no evidence of fear. It was calm, childlike. His long, swift curls danced across the grass and although I couldn't see his eyes, his eyelashes were enough. They were curly and intertwining with each other. Embracing.
Embracing eyelashes.
The thought made me giggle. His eyes shot open immediately. Like an arrow, I thought.
My lovely green grass paradise began to fall. As if a switch were flipped, the sun was clouded by gray skies, the boy's skin no longer appealed a thin tan to its milky white. It now became stunningly white. Scary, even. His eyes produced a ghastly gray, that showed no look of remorse.
A hollowed ringing began in my ears. I realised that I had only seconds left. So I asked him a question. One that had been burning in my head and prodding my thoughts:
"Who are you?"
The question came out in a scream.
I strained to hear his whispered response:
"I am a wingless Victorian."
I topple over the night, hidden within the sun, I dance alongside shadows, which leap above the ground."
And I sail, into the starry night, into a glimpsing star."
For I am-"
He was gone. Disappeared.
Like a whisper.
Faded.
But I had clues now
He couldn't escape me so easily anymore, at least, I hope not.
