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“Letters from Medea”- Salma Deera
“I have a need of silence and of stars; Too much is said too loudly; (…)”
— William Alexander Percy, from Home
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I miss the coast. I miss the feeling of a breeze that's traveled and tasted freedom. I miss the sensation of the baptism of salty waves. Everything is so thick, stale, and heavy here. I miss the levity of the coast.
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Dreams
I had a couple of dreams the other night that have really stuck with me and I want to write them down. In the first, I met this girl. Francesca. We met, started talking, and hit it off. She was part of a soccer team and I don't remember if they were playing a match nearby, but the team was there too. Part of the dream included her giving me an Italian national team jacket, and I can't remember if it was a gift or if she was letting me borrow it, but she told me to come find her later after she gave it to me. And I did. Her and I had dinner with the rest of the team, an old friend was at the restaurant too, and we were having a good time getting to know each other. After leaving the restaurant, everyone was together walking the streets at night, having a good time, and just when it was getting to a point that Francesca and I might be able to break off and go our own way, the dream ended. But she told me to come find her, and if there truly is someone to find, I hope I'm fortunate enough to cross her path.
The second dream began in bed. This time it wasn't Francesca, but someone else. White sheets, light cascading through open windows like a cozy Sunday morning, her laying on her stomach looking at me, and me laying on my side caressing her back. Dark hair, porcelain skin, and golden brown eyes made even more vibrant and beautiful by the soft rays of sun joining us through the window. It was peaceful, and serene. Then she looked at me, indecision written all over her face, and her pupils dilated like there was a heightened emotional state. With a slightly worried look, she said "I think we should move in together." I paused for a moment and took things in. Clearly we were together, things had been going well, and we felt a sense of peace and comfort together. She was younger though, and I had a feeling she may be somewhat naive and trying to move faster than she was ready for. I told her "I like that idea, but maybe not quite yet." I saw her pupils get small and a sense of rejection wash over her face, but I wasn't rejecting her. I was trying to protect her, and make sure that she was going to be making the right decision for herself, and make sure the timing was right. Of course, I didn't get to explain that to her in the dream because I woke up immediately after I saw her awash with sadness after feeling brave enough to express vulnerability with me before I could let her know that her heart was safe with me, and that I was trying to do right by her. But the chance to show that was taken away from me, and whether that dream was a premonition or a look into a parallel world, I hope that version of me takes care of her and does right by her beyond what I was able to see.
I'm not sure what these dreams mean, if they even mean anything. But they're resonating with me, and I'm sure there has to be something in that.
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I love saying “of course” instead of “you’re welcome,” like of course I’m helping you that’s what I do, you were foolish to even consider an alternate dimension in which I’m not helping you. you idiot. you absolute buffoon.