"The Dream #1"
This is as if the dragonfly is asleep inside the light bulb. The light is off. It is very early in the morning. A rattling, and then the key turns clockwise; the handle goes down smoothly, then up; then sharply down and a knee hits the door. It opens and the dust flies up into the airless threshold in confusion. The dragonfly stirs in the bulb, but it’s still asleep; as if in a sweet long desired dream of the sordid swamp. The black velveteen heels patter towards the pre-dawn majesty of evil inside. The dark green satin skirt wakes every single dust on its way with a caress and a gentle kiss on the forehead. The snow-white wall touches a damp cold softness all around its waist, then a weak pulse goes through the whole body. The dragonfly is still, smiling in a deep timeless dream. The pulse goes stronger, the door creaks; the dust freeze afloat, and stronger. A pulse comes to hit the dragonfly but dies at the glass guardian. The dawn is awaited long now. The wall feels five glossy fingers approaching its sensitive organs, it becomes one for a single moment; the tiny dust siblings stop breathing. The dragonfly remains astonishingly calm. The wall restlessly keeps on the gentle touch. Then, the moment comes. Two fingertips around, the dust screech; Click! It’s done. The evil majesty escapes away. An amber glow shines weakly over the dark velveteen heels moving to and fro in haste. The dragonfly is smiling, in its deepest dream ever; looking after a broken azure green wing in the sordid swamp of desire.
