Let us go then, you and I, look at ourselves in the mirror. I am a gorl, although I have scars in my knees for climbing trees and fighting boys, a little girl with yellow skin and orange hair and you're my best buddy and no-one knows you're there.
You're there when I go to sleep and you're there when I look at us in the mirror and I see a furry warm body, all small and quiet, trembling quick in my eyes, and that's you. The others can't see you and they say I imagine things and I'm a liar. I say I will run away. So one day I look in the mirror and you are in one eye and in the other eye we have a boat, a pretty boat made of wood and painted white, and we get inside and we don't have to hurry or go anywhere, just float.
In the boat we hear music. You say it's a violin and I agree. It's sad. I think the violin is sick and dying, but it never dies. The same old note is being played, but it always changes and never ends and I thinks it comes from us. We find candy in the boat and eat it 'till it makes us drowsy, drowsy and faint, drowsy and tired, drowsy and asleep...
And we sleep and we dream and we are young but no longer little and there's only me and a crowd and a face in the crowd and the face is dark and kind and it has a dark kind hand and the hand is reaching out for me and I reach out towards the hand. I wonder if the dark kind face would like to become my best buddy and stand with me in front of the mirror and protect me during the night.
[another Creative Memoir thingy]
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