Singing Snowberg
Chapter Two
Morph <9>
Chros©
The library is a sacred place, yet I don’t need to worry about their stares, oh no one saw me before, I’m invisible for them. Now I’m enjoying myself, this place is mine. There’re lots of books.
“Excuse me, what I need to borrow books?” “You work here? I see. You can borrow any books for free, except for the books on the six floor. You need to give them back within two month and you can borrow them again, the limit is 5 books each time.” This is super great! I could pass the time with books!
I borrowed a Spanish novel written by an Argentinian, this excites my whole day. I start to watch people in wonder, they aren’t corpses at all, the colours on their faces are vivid with smiles and happiness, I see the world in its full colours! Meanwhile asking myself why it took so long for me and why now?
The novel is a romance one, I chose it intentionally, the only kind I want right now. I followed that main character into the story, he is a nice guy, warm-hearted big boy. He met a girl named Alma, they live in a wooden house by the sea, they... the door, who would knock my door?
It’s Salix. He is in a red T-shirt and blue trousers, holding two bottles of beer. “Come in, come in.” This is a big surprise.
“You’re nice person.” I took the drinks. He sits on my bed, “your place is easy, I live in floor 6,” shortly after he knocks his head, “I forgot you’ve been to my place, how is it?”
We all live in cells that tightly conjugated, if you look from a distance, they’re like bean pods piling each other. Just like the shelves in a warehouse.
“Nah... I can’t remember too much.” He cracks open the bottle with his teeth and hands it to me.
“I’m sorry I said you have disorder.” “I don’t have it.” “Oh... you just forgetful.” Then I panic, I told him all about Rosa, and what else? Trying and trying, but this brain just doesn’t work. Then I feel sad, that this body is out of my control.
“Don’t look like this.” Suddenly he looked like a wise man, yes he knew everything, and now trying to save me from these pains. “You read books, I love books!” Before I could stop him, the book is already opened, “love story, huh?” His voice doesn’t sound mocking and surprised. He tosses the book to the table.
“Have you ever been to the frost forest?” I asked, I have to change the topic. “No. What’s good about it?” Oh I’m so clever, he doesn’t know that part.
“And the Deposit?” “No. But you told me something about it.” Yes he knows that part.
His bottle is almost empty, “why asked? What about you? Anywhere else you’ve been to? I’ve never ventured far enough as the shopping centre.” “Yeah I bought my player there.”
I give him my bottle, “I don’t remember, I wanted to.” He keeps silence, did I touched a nerve? “I believe you.” He’s a warm man, but he doesn’t have to.
He picked up the book again, I didn’t want to ignore him nor disturb him, so I leant on the headboard watched him read the novel. I feel good, again, his fluffy hair reflects the colour of brown, his silhouette is carved with golden lines, his chest moves back and forth, all these reminding me of the sunny day in La Plata.
I don’t know how I went into the slumber, maybe it started with the feeling of sunshine.
It’s hot here, and this raft hasn’t moved an inch since the first time I was here. An obtrusive figure is sitting at another end.
“Salix! How could you be here?” I haven’t seen a visitor long enough to make me rush and give him a big hug. I’ve never hugged a body in my dream, his body feels as sober as my mind, the muscles of his chest arms abdomen and many more. Then I realised the difference, he’s not warm, and he looks at me in a mysterious way. So like all the other characters.
I noticed there’s a paddle on the raft. “Do you want a trip?” “To where?” “I myself don’t know, where do you want? That one? Alright.” This is exhilarating, I paddle with my endless energy with this long pole in my hand, it’s not easy because when I paddle in one side, the long square shaped raft rotates to the other side, thus I’ll have to change sides constantly. The good thing is, I don’t get tired physically.
Just as my mind is getting bored, I hear him says, “you are doing good, this boat won’t move if you let me do this. I am more of a running machine.” “Please just try!”
Can’t believe he really made this raft swirl a round. This moment, we are smiling under the sun, suppose it’s midday hence the higher temperature. I paddle using my left arm for him, the water feels just moderately cold.
“You’re happy, is it because of me?” At this moment I think of that blue deer, most likely won’t see her again. “Yes.”
The island he wanted is a mountain island, we sailed around it but there’s no place going ashore. Every side is vertical. I’m getting tired of this. When I was about to propose another island, he says, “how to set foot on this island? How to know another heart?” He doesn’t speak like this in reality! He can’t speak with another person’s tongue! “You’re not Sunder, don’t talk like you’re her!”
He’s not surprised at all, “I know you’re a boy who’s romantic into the bones, that makes you hide it in reality, but I see you, I’m here.” He opens his arms.
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