The Migratory Dreamery
The Princess and the Pea
"I'm like a collection of sensitivities," KiraKira told me once, "I've always been."
At that moment, it occurred to me. That night, the sudden storm when she arrived at my door for the first time, looking so exhausted... The sweet smile on her face despite the pain in her right eye while picking poppies... Always seeing the most vibrant of colors, hearing the nonexistent of sounds, smelling the faintest of scents... And of course, feeling the deepest of emotions.
So I was not surprised at all, seeing her lying on an endless bunch of mattresses one day. "I feel it, definitely" she whispered and smiled: "The pea. I feel the pea, and it almost hurts."
My sweet KiraKira, you would be an amazing princess in another realm, for sure. But I won't let you go. Ever.
The Princess and the Pea
"I'm like a collection of sensitivities," KiraKira told me once, "I've always been."
At that moment, it occurred to me. That night, the sudden storm when she arrived at my door for the first time, looking so exhausted... The sweet smile on her face despite the pain in her right eye while picking poppies... Always seeing the most vibrant of colors, hearing the nonexistent of sounds, smelling the faintest of scents... And of course, feeling the deepest of emotions.
So I was not surprised at all, seeing her lying on an endless bunch of mattresses one day. "I feel it, definitely" she whispered and smiled: "The pea. I feel the pea, and it almost hurts."
My sweet KiraKira, you would be an amazing princess in another realm, for sure. But I won't let you go. Ever.