AT FIRST LIGHT, I fell back into a deep sleep. White light, honeysuckle light. Suddenly I was swimming in darkness. There were some youths there, or younger people. They were talking to me about how much Harry Potter had changed their lives. One of them was a young man with dark hair. He was dressed up like an old-fashioned movie theatre usher, same kind of ridiculous suit, like one of those dancing monkeys you find beside the ancient organ grinders.
He was most enamored with the Potter franchise.
“Brilliant, brilliant, brilliant!” the monkey man kept saying. “Brilliant!” A younger woman was with him. She had on a similar costume, but looked more like a barmaid at a German-themed restaurant. Oktoberfest. She looked at me and smiled. While he was talking, I became aware that I was in the arms of a woman. It was as if I had tumbled back and falled into warm water. There was an older woman with tufts of yellow hair there. I could feel her as she caught me. Then I put my head on her soft breasts. She was wearing all black, but this was gauzy, amorphous, atmospheric, oceanic, cosmic. It danced all around me like the northern lights.
“Is it okay if I just rest my head here like this?” I said. She just breathed, but I could tell that it was okay. The restful breast led up to a neck. “Is it okay, if I kiss you here like this?” I asked. Now she spoke and said that I could do as I liked. “All the answers,” she said, “are already inside of you.” I could see her arm extend around me, but most of her was not visible. She was like a phantom, a ghost, more sensed than felt, but there was nothing ominous about her presence. Everything progressed from there, as it does, and there was a long deep kiss, explorative, intense, and dreamy. But no matter how many times we tried to make love, it just didn’t work.
We tried and tried, but no connection. We were just content to kiss then, like that, and for a long time. Sometimes more isn’t necessary, you know. Sometimes kissing is good enough.
north! 