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– Come on. Let’s wake up and fetch our phone.
The vibrations of the phone make me feel busy again. Today, I’m holding the pen, at least for now.
We could feel his warmth as he held us while we were dreaming of flower fields. The colors were so saturated, like crayons. And yet, amidst, the pink, orange and purple, we used our magic to create something blue. Blue cornflowers.
– Corn… flowers…
– What did she say?
– Idk.
Yes, a dream in a dream.
We were half-awake, as seen from how we know what it’s like outside. That’s unrealistic, but who else is gonna create the environment?
– You?
– Ha, ha.
– That was clever, hmm?
– Maybe one day you’ll tell them that. That I lost my job.
– Oh, sure enough. I gotta depict you as more of a loser.
– Come on!! ><
A little giggling before we continue.
Maybe this is the moment I finally reveal myself to him.
– Bố ơi…
Kyon covered her face with her hands, which Dad tried to pull away. But what was happening is a transformation. Magic flows from the forehead, the nape and the sides of the head like a clay pot breaking, unleashing golden broth.
– Hmph! You can’t even recognize your own face!
He left.
***
– Dad would never respond like that. You see, how does he know that that’s how I see myself?
– That’s true… Turns out, dreams are that powerful.
– Yeah…
We could get up right then and there. But I want to take advantage of this compulsive dreaming state…
– Let me come with you.
I rest my lips on Kyon’s arm, and we dive again into the world of dreams. But a shallow, controllable one.
We launched ourselves with our wedding dress like Scarlett’s, but white and fluffy.
– You look so young!
– That’s because we’re just married!
At first, we kept flying in figure-8s, avoiding collision magnetically. But we put a little determination in it… and we held both hands, and then we hugged each other tightly.
– Through the wall?
– Hell yeah!
We launched ourselves through the bathroom wall, then bursted out of our skull, and flew all the way to space. At this point, either Kyon started slipping down, or I started slipping up.
– You’re growing taller?
– No. We’re equally tall. Let me adjust things…
It’s a bit harder to fix the self-image. Cut and paste like Photoshop only barely worked.
Anyway, we were dancing in space! It’s what I’ve always dreamed of.
We feel light as ever.
– 死にたい…
– What’s wrong, Kyon?
– I just want to die right away, just like this…
Kyon says as we half-open our eyes. Two creeks of tears start to form.
“Crying as beautifully as ever… hehe,” I thought to myself.
– If you died right now, it would be overridden with pain instead.
– I want to treasure this happiness forever!
– Then eat up while it’s hot.
Birdie… my bedmate, my dreammate. My captain and crewmate. My everything.
She is so simple, and yet, so fierce; so fearful and yet she isn’t shying away from emotions, at least not in front of me.
Maybe because I’m me. Maybe it truly is something special?
– Nothing is special.
She replies.
Ah, again, I fell into my own fallacy.
But you are special to me. And that’s all I care about.
– One is a furry, the other one has body dysphoria? Damn.
– Not like you don’t have it! And I’m a furry– slippery too.