PASSING FOR NORMAL

Roxanne in blue stockings?

I woke up in a pond of fear after a nightmare that took its toll on my nerves. Do you still have nightmares? A little peculiar at my age. What are these subconscious fears that possess me at night. Places and faces and an immense feeling of insecurity that resonates in my heart. The following events in the day were as strange. I see Shaun White with short hair. My neighbor who looks just like him. Fears and threats that accompany my every move. I wrap the day early. My next order of business is my most anticipated event.

I had fallen in love with their story a long time ago. I had a date with Cyrano and Roxanne and a woman I called grandma for the night. She had a load of shopping bags with her which normally I would find insolent, but not tonight. Tonight she is sweet. She had sawn a pink silk dress just like Roxanne’s for her little porcelain doll. How lovely. She thinks Roxanne is a blue stocking aristocrat who deserves to be serenaded. I personally think that she is a heartless white gloved girl who needs to wake up and smell the blood, but who cares. Domingo’s voice made her cry. He speaks to the soul this man, this giant. I found myself crying too. The nocturnal setting was both dreamy and melancholic in the most intimate way. The most heartbreaking character talked in the most intoxicating voice. I look at her, she looks back and nods. We understood eachother. We were both flying. She saw it in my hopeful looks and i could read the stories behind her tired face.

The final scene. The autumn leafs and Cyrano is dead. I walk out.. she is still sitting.. she is still with him.. I wave goodbye.. she does not wave back.. She is probably still flying..