Daydreamers, A Poem✔️

Chapter 1

We've been friends for so long that—

I sometimes forget where the boundary between friend—

And best friend lies,

Or if there really is a boundary at all.

Lee—short for Lesley—curls around me. 

Her golden locks fall in a cascade of trust.

I gently tuck an errant strand behind her ear.

The stars glow on my ceiling; it's winter here.

A knock on my door, and my mother frowns,

Another glare hushes silence, but arguments brew.

Kitchen.

Now.

I trace the apple of Lee's cheek with my thumb,

Laying my forehead upon hers.

I don't want another scream—

To slide into the kitchen.

Mom, it's not what you think.

Do you think I am stupid?

You don't understand the situation.

Really?

There's a daisy tattoo on my right arm.

It's Lee's favorite flower.

I whine. 

She huffs.

After Friday—you say you are just friends?

She slams her hands onto the kitchen, countertop.

Nothing in high school lasts, Willow May.

End it, or I will.

The little fish my mother painted on—

The blue walls mock me with their beady eyes.  

I grab a towel—

And scream into it.

I splash icy water on my face,

And two warm arms wrap themselves around my waist.

Did you hear everything?

Enough.

She kisses the side of my neck.

I sigh into the touch.

This wasn't going to be easy.

My fingers shake at the words.

I tuck another gold strand—

Behind her ear,

I know what I am about to say—

Will turn these pages.